David Bose Poet Free verse

We Whisper

Like prayers adrift
In candles’ glow,
Our whispers rise,
In reverent tones:
Soft coos of love
And futures guessed,
A treacly void
Of nightfall words
While, sapped, you lie
With weary face,
Our newborn son
Upon your breast—
	Hush, you whisper …
	He sleeps.


November 17, 2017
Whisper Sweet Nothings Poetry Contest
Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor

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Gregory Richard Barden November 23, 2017 at 2:37 AM Blessings and congratulations on your wonderful win, David - keep up the great work, my friend! :-)

Line Gauthier November 19, 2017 at 10:39 PM Very sweet. Lovely twist. Congrats.

Heidi Sands November 17, 2017 at 4:57 PM This is very nice. Good luck in the contest :)

Elizabeth Kinch November 17, 2017 at 4:17 PM Beautiful, such imagery.

Anne-Lise Andresen November 17, 2017 at 2:47 PM - Lovely written, David - They are so cute when they sleep ... hush ... - Best wishes in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)