The intensity
Of my propensity
To speak my heart
Is overwhelming -
My energy
My time
My invention.
What sublime
Naivety,
To be victim
Of my own hearsay
While birds may watch
Without dismay,
From safe distance
Because it exists not,
The destruction of
Them, and you and me
Mere molecules of destiny
That explode or burn
In nucleon unconcern
And waft to obliteration
All our isness, our reiteration of was.
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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Best wishes to you.....
Mere molecules of destiny
That explode or burn
In nucleon unconcern
excellent poem!
"What sublime
Naivety,
To be victim
Of my own hearsay"
Wonderful lines!