Pink and white words

I hear your voice

in poppy fields today

like bees your words

are jumping to and fro

I try to listen

but the wind sneaks in

and wraps your message

snugly in a cloud.

Pinks and blues 

are comforting me now

hidden in a sea

of silent flowers

Thunder cracks

and now I'll feel your words

As drops of peace

rain on my hungry heart.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The senses of sight , sound, hearing and touch are stirred by the lines in this poem. I am finding it difficult to remember my father’s voice after 32 years. Sometimes it is just a whisper but every now and then he breaks through loud and clear. I always listen for him. Thank you for allowing me to drift as I read and felt your emotions in this piece. I also enjoyed all the beautiful references to the natural environment.

Chris

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks Chris....we miss the voices of our loved ones, and we should always welcome those triggers that bring them closer.

[Chris Shaw]

Absolutely so