tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post7077045436938700413..comments2023-08-08T05:00:54.255-07:00Comments on Words and Words and Whatnot . . . : something in the airWendy Bourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-13212594577457642142013-07-25T13:30:40.977-07:002013-07-25T13:30:40.977-07:00The words were from someone in my life who (like a...The words were from someone in my life who (like a lot of people, I guess) utters lovely words - though, often, they are barely audible.Wendy Bourkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09475940407969993348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4765280894632380090.post-2642504638757971462013-07-25T11:22:25.779-07:002013-07-25T11:22:25.779-07:00I love all the sounds and sense of gentle communio...I love all the sounds and sense of gentle communion in your poem.<br /><br />So, whose words are those - a human who has passed or someone else who is there with you? (I might have suggested they even could belong to the bird, but you mention "we" in the first verse.) I like how you don't tell us.janetldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17815491049216208161noreply@blogger.com