Listen

A poem about life

Listen to the whispers of the ghost
life is fleeting life is fleeting
the whispers remain.

Listen to the sounds carried on the wind
you will learn you will learn
the trees push them along

Stop everything.
stop writing
stop looking
stop thinking
and listen

The world is crying out to you
do you not feel her pain?
You do all you can to shut out her cries of agony
Listen, listen
Listen to the rain.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I enjoy the whispy, dream-like mood of this piece. Listening to the wind is something I've always done. Voices are there...yes.

[dead man talking]

rubbish