It Answers Your Calling!

and You Must Not Dismiss it

The Possible Language of Poetry

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” — Carl Sandburg

A child clapped her hands at the sky.

"You cannot call to the sky," she says, "you cannot call."

No matter how loud she yells, what difference does it make?

But silently, in a whisper - so softly that it's barely heard - she speaks: "please?"