Sitting with others
who are all writing
is like Satsang.
I get all soft
when I see children writing,
lips moving,
eyes wandering,
and searching for words.
But much is lost
in life.
The little writers
will grow up
(some won't, of course)
and find jobs
and move to Omaha.
But there will have been
this word
and this thought.
And the universe
will remember.
- Author: Norman Flagtea ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2023 17:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
Comments1
beautiful!
a snapshot of innocence
of untainted hope
what a lovely way to utilise your art
(thanks for sharing, dear poet)
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