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Speak to Me

by George Hoerner

oh crackling fire
of what do you speak
a lost language
of dreams
dreamt round you

and the ship wreck
lost far in time
in forgotten crowds
voiceless
throughout history


speak to me
of this mystery
seeing a bird
a bud a blue sky
of hearing a tune
a word a thought
this warmth
nothing known
that's new

yet all new
because of you
this mystery of newness

08/03/1978

Author's Note: long ago

Posted on 08/24/2008
Copyright © 2025 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 08/24/08 at 03:24 PM

Well I have to say I love your long ago mystery of newness. This is wonderful. It flows just like so many mysteries in our lives. Beautiful.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/24/08 at 03:51 PM

...man, george, '78?, dang, i had just learned that i loved reading[after being in college 5yrs. and getting a Master's even], but bubba you were penning jewels like this eh?...i bow to you bubba even deeper...great write [of] long ago you ARE a writer.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/25/08 at 06:15 PM

i like the lack of punctuation. it confuses the line breaks and the language..but it makes it more of a dream. and dreams are okay with me.

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