Patti Masterman

Talking In Riddles - Poem by Patti Masterman

What talks to itself,
All day, all night?
What talks without words
From dawn’s first light?
What speaks in dreams
With the smallest voice?
What say your visions
To give you a choice?

What talks to itself
Is your body, it’s clear.
What talks without words
Is your mind, so near.
What speaks in your dreams
It’s your conscience, you hear.
What say your visions?
It’s a sign that appears.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 4, 2011

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