Every Conversation ever had,
Has limbs and roots and branches.
The paths not taken, good or bad,
And those beyond our reaches.
As each new phrase from my lips drops,
And a reply from each of yours
My heart quickens with the possibilities
All the galaxies yet unexplored.
Words can have so varied meanings,
Homonyms, antonyms, and more.
And each pronoun left untethered
Is better than the one before.
Idaho 2007
It is charming to suppose limbed, rooted and branched conversations. Really interesting Nice to meet you through your poem love Maria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is another wonderfully readable poem. Your style is very polished and I am so glad to have the chance to read your work. Thanks