who among us
does not whisper
many a daily silent prayer,
unconsciously, or even a thoughtful thought
initiated usually by
guilted conscience
to a deity,
or to just
the god voices of ourselves, or
ha! or anybody within earshot...
these whispers,
sally forth,
direction upwards,
to an unmappable and usually
unresponsive atmosphere,
seeding the sky moment hoping for
a smidgen of warm rain in a life drought,
and
the wanted future with
grains of hope, needy desires and
evil warded, off put
who among us
reflexively,
without marks of hesitation,
hearing the prayers of others
desirous of any bounty's share<
whisk-that-wish a
fare-thee-well, a shout out, a whisper,
thinking our legal rights confirmed
by a participatory, hearty, git-along-little-doggie,
amen,
even a
**hot ****
or an-oh-so subtle, a holy colloquial
yeah baby!
who among us never says,
please,
promise,
need, want?
not me...
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
who among us
does not whisper
many a daily silent prayer,
unconsciously, or even a thoughtful thought
initiated usually by
guilted conscience
to a deity,
or to just
the god voices of ourselves, or
ha! or anybody within earshot...
these whispers,
sally forth,
direction upwards,
to an unmappable and usually
unresponsive atmosphere,
seeding the sky moment hoping for
a smidgen of warm rain in a life drought,
and
the wanted future with
grains of hope, needy desires and
evil warded, off put
who among us
reflexively,
without marks of hesitation,
hearing the prayers of others
desirous of any bounty's share<
whisk-that-wish a
fare-thee-well, a shout out, a whisper,
thinking our legal rights confirmed
by a participatory, hearty, git-along-little-doggie,
amen,
even a
**hot ****
or an-oh-so subtle, a holy colloquial
yeah baby!
who among us never says,
please,
promise,
need, want?
not me...
a piece of a broken poem,
broken off...
Oct. 4 - 7, 2015
Manhattan Island
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