two small verses
the open book
the world, an open book
we are unable to read
…
listen
when the rain falls
do not eavesdrop,
enter the conversation;
when the germ strikes
do not underestimate
its weight and size;
when the stars shine
do not overlook,
listen to the silence
a very lovely poem! Only the “virus” is like a red thumb… Don’t want to hear about it anymore…also a virus is weightless…on any level
Thank you. Changed it to germ, that’s the best that came at the moment. In fact, I’ve also been thinking of walking over it. 🙂
Yeah, that made it more general as germs can be much more….I kind of like your solution!
„ listen to the silence“ a great fanfare…
Thank you.
Both interesting, though the first is easier to comprehend. With the second, I think the germ is weighted and vast – when it crushes a whole world…maybe? Anyway, I enjoy your short poems friend.
Dougie
Thank you, Dougie.