Hearing voices

Dave BontaContemplative

I hear nothing but a great tree

the voices that have been with me all my life crowd into the crown

an oratory of disorder compelling hope for the future

like an idle boy looking in our faces to see who we might be

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 27 July 1663.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

but a tree

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