WHISPERS

Some poems hum Some sing While others splash onto wings Creating new things to be used all over again Some thoughts tickle Some fade others are still Shapeless haze Unformed confusion so close to fear you would panic too Some days are mellow Some sink and slam to a stop suddenly Epiphany at hand full throttle head on smiles of nature and pride times like these I have something Something all mine Words that whisper with passion I’m alive I’m alive Rick Slottow