Listen; listen to the words, to the poetry
Listen; listen to the rhythms, to the melody
Stop breathing to listen
Be quiet all men and women
It is very important to pay attention
Something big is about to happen
Listen, use your imagination
Listen to the harrowing wind in action
Read the words of the new constitution
Look at the trees, observe the rain
I mean the raindrops, listen to Mother Nature
Be careful, change your posture
Listen; listen to the words, to the prose
Listen; listen to the rhythms, to the pause
The babies are crying
The birds are chirring
The crowd is not cheering
The fake cops are hiding
Something is happening
The church bells are ringing
Sometimes, it's better to listen more
To your surroundings. On the shore
The sunbathers are panicking
They are getting dress and racing
To be in a safer place
What a rush! What a race!
Listen; listen more to be out of trouble
Listen; death is sudden and subtle
Listen more, observe more, and talk less
To avoid making a colossal and deadly mess.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
The babies are crying The birds are chirring The crowd is not cheering The fake cops are hiding.listen listen listen. let your eyes and ears be on the alert........ there is so much to hear and to see.. thank u for this poetic sense which you are spreading dear poet. tony