You touched me on our gentle walk,
Amongst the structured science space.
Trolleying the tools of business no-one knew
The nature of the emotional content;
Few could sense the beauty uncovered
In the gentle meandering voices,
As we spoke of softness and words,
Poetry joined us until the crescendo.
Catalan voices joined Portuguese wisdom,
With the English cadence of time,
As two people found our caring souls.
Your kindness of gift appeared as we spoke,
Intuitive leaps wrapping together
Until we the emerged “Strangely Happy.”



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner and The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. STRANGELY HAPPY. Page Number 14.


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