This Turning
what one says
depends not on
words the wind
begins it does
not end but
lends itself to
an end this
turning may be
an answer the
sound of intent
so concealed a
word displayed is
only a word
not an end
nor the beginning
Another oldie from the eighties. It seems that even my poetry was thinner then.
O at the Edges 
Excellent
only the words with no beginning no end
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Thank you.
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Thanks! This is lovely. I’m going to use it with some people this week.
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Please let us know how it turns out.
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Reblogged this on Slavomir Almajan's Blog.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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Ha, ha, ha … love the poem, but really love the line about “thinner” in the 80’s. I was considered skinny in the 80’s, now there’s no such thing as being “too thin”. I don’t have to worry about it anyway … from a well-rounded admirer. lol
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Thank you. Better round than square!
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Ha, ha, ha!
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I admire your touch with words, regardless of the time you may have arranged them. 🙂
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Thank you, Carrie.
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Simple and beautiful. Simply beautiful. 🌟👏🏽
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Thank you.
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Love it! No worse for the passage of time, that’s for sure!
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Thank you. I think time has affected it much less than it’s affected me.
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