Ongoing Creation


Inhabit your life until it creaks, cracks open
Loudly ringing for a change – for transition

Hopefully, dutifully – inspirationally calling
Out to each and every reader passing by

In time words appear … “Beautiful poem.”
You reply: “Thanks for your kind words.”

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 December 9, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. May we never run out of words
    nor tire of reading them.

    Liked by 1 person

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