Listen

Listen

 

 

 

LISTEN

a poem by Chris Kuhn

 

 

She thought she heard it

Muffled a bit by the wind

An invitation to confess

and drown out never-agains

Heckling taunted the mind

‘Come here,’ she recognized

Nurturing, encouragement,

Gifts for the yearning heart.

Did she imagine or was she right?

Was she just handed an invite?

And if she arrived with open mind

Would open hearts be next in line?

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>