I didn’t hear you
and you slipped past
your whispers only faint murmurs on the wind
less than the burbling susurrus of the river.
I heard shrieks and giggles,
running feet and splashing laughter;
I didn’t hear you.
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Susurrus? Well, that’s the one word I learned today. Thank you. Great poem. 😉
One of my favourite words. It has a lovely onomatopoeia.
That indeed is an awesome word. I’m going to try to work it into a conversation tomorrow!
lol
I am often not meaning to be heard, when I see that people are busy.
Sometimes people get into the habit of ‘not wanting to be a bother’ when they wouldn’t be one any way. Kind of makes me crazy at times, because I *always* look busy, but often don’t mind being interrupted.
Interruptions make for a share to convergent and divergent tales, good stories and small histories.
Indeed