T for Tom

Where Do The Words Go?

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on May 21, 2014

Where do the words go?


Softly to the wind

Blown through the trees

And never heard again.

But such a sweet end-

Alone, quiet,

Surrounded by friends.

Other souls long too unused

There also by way

Of neglect:

Laughter, poetry, strong cups of coffee

Between conversations about

Where does it all go?

And when you run your hands softly

Over the tops of the grass,

Cool, light, inviting, a shade of pleasant

But something true and cordial with Father Time,

Looking down then you will see where it all goes

And I wonder, oh, I wonder

When we will pick it back up.


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