Tuesday, April 19, 2016

story of the week 42, down a bright way by todd shelbya

Close to the center,
near to where silence
fills my straining ears,
where long years
of searching end,
I find you waiting
my old friend.
You take my hand
and in a glance
know all.
Without a word
down a bright way
we walk.
(in memoriam, Maryalice Clare, friend and mentor)

check it out here,   todd shelbya 


Anonymous said...

excellent poem,
sometimes, it makes us see a alternative view

Maggie Patti Barbara Frankford-Walton said...


Anonymous said...

amazing choice.

Anonymous said...

amazing one.