April 28 by Susan Cowger 1 Comment Truth, never completely dormant, late at night calling, like a strange bird. And gradual awareness— There it is! Again!— distant, sounding like a train, insistent, but easily ignored. *
Craig and Bethany says April 29, 2011 at 4:57 pm Oh, so true. If only I could hold this image in my mind. This poem is one of my favorites. I could read it again and again listening for the distant sounding, memorizing it for later. Love it. Reply
Oh, so true. If only I could hold this image in my mind.
This poem is one of my favorites. I could read it again and again listening for the distant sounding, memorizing it for later.
Love it.