Sowing Seeds Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Sowing Seeds



Your voice happens to be my favorite sound throughout the day.
By-passing the sounds of the cars.
The sounds of other voices.
The sounds of the forklift I occupy for hours on in.
A sweet melody, the sound of your voice.
How it caresses my ears.
Surrounding my heart.
This sensation gives such a rush.
A deilcious desire.
Dissipating into the bliss of a single thought.
A silent whisper. Trapped between my ears.
Traveling my brain.
slow, but fast.
The thought of you, overcoming every other occupant.
The leaves now sprouting from the seed planted by you

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,love,plants
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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