may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Friday, January 6, 2012


She wanted to know the geography of seashells
how curved spiral cathedrals miniature tidesongs
rushed Cinderella midnights over forgotten oceans
How a cool foot dipped in cream waves curls surfaces SSHHHS
nightstars pop like silent buttons from fabric sky
Where rainforests hide,why deserts teach patience
how a pool gathers small life and still reflects huge lights
Mermen and maids making waves in caves
leaving little starfish sand castles tidal life
Is this where we began?(talking/listening..
rush of waters ,retreat rippling laughter
born here,where edges meet,and sweet conjugations
make more and mate to check depths
Swing bell!Toll tall tales of rolling waves
still sweep these streets of beaches until
we can see -eternities...

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