why untitled, unwritten?

I once labeled everything before it was written, until I found it kept too many words away. Now I am leaving the unwritten untitled, until it grows into a name.

Friday, June 8, 2012

No. 41


I cannot find the author of this poem, but I'm sharing it anyway.  I'm hoping for a little quiet and silence this weekend, and hope you find some, too.

Happy Friday!

1 comment:

Dancing Branflake said...

Beautiful. I love 'to hear the wild bird cry.' Such a simple yet powerful statement.