Wanda

WANDA

Wanda’s wandering
In the woods of words
So many trees
Manitou
Too many to count

Wandering
Wondering
Lost count long ago
Lost in the tick of tock
The tock of tick

The time in between
Ticks and tocks – Spaced out
Neither here nor there
A leaf, a tear, a smile
Who’s to say

Who’s to say
A leaf, a tear, a smile
Neither here nor there
Ticks and tocks – Spaced out
The time in between

The tock of tick
Lost in the the tick of tock
Lost count long ago
Wondering
Wandering

Too many to count
Manitou
So many trees
In the woods of words
Wanda’s wandering

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 7, 2016, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Great poem and love the format!

    Liked by 1 person

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