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POEM: A Voiceless Birdie Told Me

By Berniegourley @berniegourley
POEM: A Voiceless Birdie Told Me

Notions whispered into my mind - unheard.
They're just hot-injected scraps of feeling.
I seek a source in floor, wall, and ceiling,
but I know that can only be absurd.

This is no exchange by grammar or words -
nothing is concealed or needs concealing.
Notions whispered into my mind - unheard.
They're just hot-injected scraps of feeling -

like the voiceless notes of a little bird,
received without a chirp or any squealing.
Wounds don't need to hear they should start healing.
The feeling 's clear even when the meaning 's blurred.

Notions whispered into my mind, unheard.

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