Old North Church, Boston


i imagine, therefore i see what could be,
instead of what exists.

the whispered hush, soft pine forest breeze,
clap of thunder clouds, cry of the red-tailed hawk.

mere words are never enough,
so he left the world behind.

9 thoughts on “Window

    1. Wow Dermott. I did not realize what I had written until two messages came through that woke me up. I wrote this last night in my sleep. LOL! The strangeness to it all is it brings peace to my heart and mind. An unexplained piece before you brought the unconscious thoughts forward to insight. A reciprocal poem would be difficult to write out, but worth a try. Thanks for your message. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    1. Thanks for leaving a message. It is a difficult poem to explain, even to myself, but I appreciate how your words brought insight to something I was unaware. J ๐Ÿ™‚


    2. Elizabeth, Your post about Viv was heartfelt and you managed to put words to thoughts I have had the past few months. Glad to have passed your blog. Beautiful!


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