Friday, August 21, 2015

I’ll keep my songs


The house of green leaves
Is tumbling now.
The breeze
And time
Turn all to dust.
Then comes the broom
To sweep away
Even a whispered memory.

But, I am hollow
Like the oak.
My murmured echoes
Deep inside.
No besom touches
Such a spot.

I’ll keep my songs
For my remembering.

Hear Wendy read the poem; Link to the MP3 file 

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