Poetry Wednesdays: Forgotten Language
I sometimes forget how much I love poetry. I can't write it to save my life, but I love reading it.
I'd like to stop forgetting.
So, I am going to be posting a favorite poetry tid-bit every Wednesday. Some will be poems I remember and love from my childhood, others will be new discoveries. Feel free to send back your favorites in the comments section!
And now, from one of my favorite authors, Shel Silverstein. Reading this reminds me me that I once swore I would never stop believing in faries and elves, in the existence of magic and the conversations of trees.
Broken promises are the hardest ones to forget....
Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?