The unwrit page

lies blank, unmarred

by words expressing nothing,

or maybe something daft,


A stoppered voice,

in this confined space, unheard,

and in its place,

the blank and empty face

of silence.

A toe dipped cautiously

into the placid lake

of deeper-than-appearing


of my mind.

The choice,

to sing, to loud opine,

is mine.

To give it voice,

that still, small voice,


2 Comments on “Resurgence

    • Thanks, Lud! We’re all fine. I can’t sing…we choral singers are super spreaders…and it’s as if I lost my voice. But Fall is always a time of renewal for me, so, yes, I’m back. I hope you and the family are doing well. Stay safe!


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