Last

PAD Day 23’s prompt was “Last…”.

The Last to Know

She never heard the whispers whirling around her
In smug puffs of jealousy
She didn’t see the averted eyes of the savvy

Walking in confidence and innocence, she
Did not notice the growing gap
Did not feel the frostiness creep in

She was the last to know

 

 

I found my poem from PAD Day 23, 2013. You can read it below.

 

Music of the World

The music of the woods
Is not just a bird song
It’s the beat of the brook
The harmony of wind and leaf
A twig, a scamper, layers

The music of the ocean
Is not just the cry of the gulls
It’s the crash of the waves
The melody of wind and water
A splash, a scrape, laughter

The music of the snow
It’s not just the hoot of the owl
It’s the patter of flakes
The rhythm of wind and white
A crunch, cold, whispers

The music of the world
Is not just a song, a cry, a hoot
It’s beating, crashing, pattering
It’s melody, harmony, and rhythm
Love, peace, it’s God’s creation

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