Poem about Living


Blithe Light

Eyes closed, living silent.

Echoing, mother giant.

She is good, plays it safe,

Lest end up lonely waif.

Lives life through other’s eyes.

Never quite realize

Passion, her’s, true and strong,

Inside humming own song.

Yet sits in chair unseen,

Looking for other’s dream.

Hard to notice blithe light,

Inside Her soul, take flight.

June Nash

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