Silenced voice

The voices have not been silenced

Words written down, composed to song

Now they talk to me 41 years later

Strum your guitar, tell your story.

There is only one choice.

Harry, rest in peace. 

Thank you again.

by Dave Schipper

(c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

A poet's encounter

It was fate that we chance to meet

A poet in a business suit

A young reporter on her beat

The story was told before

Though each year it’s played fresh

A new face to find out what’s in store

You came in with a flash of a smile

And quickly I could tell you were in charge

Angles, storylines, characters in your style

To look at her was like a gene pool mirror

Stature, dark hair and Lady Mary eyes

I didn’t mind the hard task of standing nearer.

So refreshing with someone young and smart

To find have some nerdy connections

And the conversations were so easy to start.

Time always needs to end and to be honest,

Never usually to be seen again.

This time, an offer of a “follow” promised.

And there it was.

Thanks

By  Dave Schipper

© 2014 Rose Riversongs.