Ringing of the Bards -XVII

While I am being framed

by a Spam bandit

Could I be he,or is he me?

I turn suddenly silent

sitting close to my window,looking out

trails stretch on before me

I wander through the silence

Sounds of leaves caressing trees

replacing those of violence.

like the song of a little girl

bright and fresh like a pearl.

and the day feels so fresh

free from the yesterday's stress

far from the burdens of the past

And then there is no banditry,

not even silence,

only freshness all around

everywhere...permeating

through the ethereal space

I have truly enjoyed hosting this Carnival;its an immense joy and opportunity to read such talented poets as Bob Hazelton(Framed), Billy Jones(Spam Bandit), Shirley Allard(Suddenly silent), Bill Piety(I have a window) and Rachana Bajaj(Song of a little girl). I also received a poem from Linda Stewart(If/then) and I really loved reading it. I am putting parts of Linda's poem here as there was no permanent link and I do not know if she has a blog...

If/Then

If the world may be divided into shoes,
your favorites are the kind that shuffle leaves.
You walk along as if you were a lens,
depending on abundant cups of coffee,
and think about a brand new tube of paint
that just might give your inspiration wings.

Then you might say forget about the paint
and seek new vistas with your favorite lens.
Then surely there would be replacement leaves
elaborating inspiration's wings,
contrasting with your insufficient shoes.