Whispered
Whispered
A sound indistinct
Forcing the ears to listen
more intently.
Giving the mind flashing
images of the whisperer.
We both know you and
I are here.
We both know, neither
you nor I spoke
full voice or in whisper.
The animals caught it too,
Lifting their heads to the sound.
A low rumbling growl is emitted
by the dog, hair on his back rises.
The hair on my arms and the back
of my neck, follows suit, in response
to the dog.
A cold chill enters the room
and we look at each other,
sure someone has entered, but
knowing all the doors are locked.
If the mind can travel in fear
to respond to imagined words,
how far can it travel in joy?
Locked in the parlor,
not wishing to move toward the
whisper,
in joy I'd travel to the moon and
beyond.
Yet here we are choosing to be
frozen in fear and assuming the
words whispered are some threat,
when they could be words of love.
And with this thought, all fear in me stops.
Copyright © Lynn Simms | Year Posted 2009
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