“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination.” ~~John Keats

3/4/2007

Listen

Filed under — Barbara @ 12:47 pm PST, 03/04/07

A poem is violin song.
It asks only that you let it play,
even as it sings your life back to you,
and rends your heart to hear it
and do nothing
but listen.

Copyright © 2007 Barbara W. Klaser

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