A poem today inspired by an aspect of overheard speech.
Rumuor
A whisper, a whim, word uttered
light as air. Careless, casual,
concrete as a cloud.
silence magnified.
A slip of the tongue,
wisp of wonder
language lost
in a labyrinth of truth.
Where did it go, this courier of care?
Fallen between fences of sentences,
a flower in paved surrounds. But I can't forget it,
this filament of feeling
dandelion seed carried on the wind,
wildflower meadow planted
in the heart.
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