William Utermohlen
CONVERSATIONS
That conversation had its ups and downs.
Words like axes
Cutting at the very root of joy.
Hacking whole orchards of dreams
Into oblivion.
Throw those words out of the window,
Let the sun cleanse them,
The wind blow them away.
This conversation is fairly bowling along,
Words like flowers
Growing whole meadows of dreams.
No dream excluded.
Put those words in your eyes,
Let them warm all who read them,
The gentle wind blow them into love.
© 2018 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Powerful thoughts and just love the last two lines! So positive. 🙂
A great image too and one I’d not seen before!
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So glad you like it and yes, the illustration is fabulous. It gives such pleasure.
Gwen.
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Yes, I liked it very much!! 🙂
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