Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
The unwrit page
lies blank, unmarred
by words expressing nothing,
or maybe something daft,
irrelevant.
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
fathoms
of my mind.
The choice,
to sing, to loud opine,
is mine.
To give it voice,
that still, small voice,
within.
Happy to see you are back. Hope all is well with you and yours..
LikeLike
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!
LikeLike