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Faith
by David HillHere,
in the autumn of my seasons,
the concept still eludes me.
At the book store,
a tiny girl twirls,
tilts back her sweet head
and chimes, Hi! Hi! Hi!
At night,
stars hide behind dusty blinds,
the clock blue blinks
3:03 3:04 3:05,
a dim wall flicker.
An ache begins in a joint
I never before noticed.
An inner ear,
an inner whisper,
Nothing awaits you.
But what becomes of
that tiny twirling girl?
10/20/2008 Author's Note: like a hopping toad, it goes where it goes
Posted on 10/21/2008
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/21/08 at 12:49 AM Heavy thoughts at 3am - or perhaps "everything" is the answer. The tiny twirling girl certainly makes me want it to be everything. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/21/08 at 02:34 AM Nice write David. Yes, life goes where it goes and I see the universe repeating its cyclical nature in a few billion years more or less. What ever happens we'll still be part of it one way or another. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/21/08 at 04:52 AM It does indeed. A really nicely done image in this. It really does a great holding the piece together. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/25/08 at 05:35 PM A challenging concept perhaps. For me faith has a very spiritual concept. I trust beyond what is here. I trust a God who not only is Creator but is Lord of it all! Thought provoking poem. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 11/26/08 at 07:07 PM My conclusion - the twirly girly bears the name Faith, and all who lay their eyes upon her are blind :) The 3s constitute the playground of the imagination...and when the stars are not out, they are invariably out. Irrelevant perhaps, but indicative of a pleasurable read. |
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