Resonating Voice In The Wind Poem by Susan Lacovara

Making sense of no sense at all
An art form you have excelled at
Radom reasoning for your ricocheting thoughts
Carved hieroglyphics

Milking the utters of the kind and caring
Albeit with a manipulated grip
Rarely raising the cream to your lips
Carelessly spilling the sweetness

Maybe it is best you wander your hills
A solo traveler time cannot properly teach
Reaching for all you left behind
Calling out her name again and again