there is a field

i am dwelling within the spaces between the sounds of silence you will not find me by looking there unless your eyes have ears i am the sound of shattered shards of soul, cracked mirror of self i am the sound of whispered leaves, falling onto soft dew lit grass i am the sound of …

whispers

The first Friday this year has come as well as the first Līgo Haibun Challenge of 2014 – with the Picture Prompt. Although I have written essentially a Haibun I am quoting another poet so will put this into mthe 'scribbles' box. Empty street. All the people have left. Bar one. Phosphorescent light bathes the …