By Lorna Ye
When the swollen noise around you
spins to silence,
your leaden heart
settles like a thick history book
back to the shelf.
The moment of peace,
as soft as a baby’s breath,
rests in the moonlight.
Something’s burbling in your heart–
a hidden flow of brook,
twisting and curving.
Silvery water floats across
the tangle of emotions and memories,
glimmering with flickering words and phrases,
rippling with tender pace and rhythm.
That’s when you know–
there’s a poem in you.
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