Radio singing of white

Here’s a white radio 

dreaming doves on her skin 

cotton clouds comfortably sitting on the outside for all to see 

petals 

cushioned clouds 

wings of a dove 

hiding 

and all we see are the comfortable cotton whites 

shapes hidden 

 

the white on the radio 

makes us think of all those things that sing of pretty peace 

and so it’s a quiet radio sometimes 

simply seen in white 

a bird not singing her voice 

quiet like a content cloud 

like the petals of a daisy that never sing a word 

 

yet when a voice sings from her essence 

different tunes 

more than a flower , a cloud , a dreaming singing dove 

gentle tunes stir sometimes 

other times the tunes are like different feelings 

singing out to the world 

Brightening their day 

 

a white radio sits quietly without rain 

Cotton clouds 

petals of a daisy 

a thinking dove 

like a rainbow waiting to show herself 

always waiting to sing 

as that’s what she’s meant to do 

sing to the world