Life’s Music
I can no longer
hear life’s music.
It’s suppressed by the noise
of war and hate.
Fruitlessly I listen
for the joy.
Maybe it will find
its volcano, then erupt.
And for a time
we can listen in peace.
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Author:
RL Randall (
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Comments1
You are a poet. By definition, you hear what others are unconsciously deaf to. Listen more closely. Go out to the quiet places for a minute to recharge your batteries.
A poet, no, I simply write the rhythm of my thoughts. but thank you for the complement.
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