“A Quiet Space”


“A Quiet Space”

Where prayer her tome
as the humming-bird
whose pause is now heard
among hallowed ohm.
Her wings stutter, moan
tipped o’er open bud
hover; huddle home.
Silent is her poem.

rhyme: abba abaa

(Poem pronounced “Pom”/long o)

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