ListeningA Poem by redzone....it's an art formLISTENING Poetry
is so strange; like a
stiletto sharp moon it stabs
our hearts with
midnight wonders. And, by
its glow I read, "our
deep cosmic loneliness and our
starboard hearts where
love careens, we are
listening, the
small bipeds with the
giant dreams."* *** Yes
D.A., we are listening to the
pulsar songs played
in the universe. We are
listening for
others, who just
may be listening for us. *** Seduction
is like this you know; subtle,
uncertain, even
fragile at times; yet
irresistible as Lilacs beckoning
the moon. Seduction
is also a summer
down pour we
willingly get caught in, jumping
greedily in
puddles, laughing, just
happy to be alive. We
listen to the patterns water
splashing made; listen
for others to hear
what they have to say, even if
they are many galaxies away. *** We
listen. We wait,
but not idly. We
listen, write poetry sharp,
like a stiletto moon. And,
under its midnight glow, hold
hands. *NOTE:
the quoted lines are from a poem
called "We Are Listening", by Diane
Ackerman found in her book entitled
"Jaguar of Sweet Laughter". ~~redzone
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