I am porous
I absorb images,
cling to sounds
defending my life
from darkness

I store nature
a thunderstorm
a rainbow
a crooked stream
once blessed by the sun

feel each word
see it in your mind’s eye
create it on paper
build your world
away from the dark

words kiss each day
a tone I grew to know
your voice I teach to

a world of light
found another day
perhaps tomorrow
will be shade
words tell me so
I hear them – clearly

1 Comment
  1. Avatar of Judy Markova
    Judy Markova says

    Words, you certainly have a way with them!
    Thanks, Nancy, for another great one.

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