Whispers

Winding, shadowy etches come whispering at my window Night whispers, the whimper of the wind Blow blue - wailing as you go Crawl inside an empty paper bag and play me tunes of the moors Give me lonesome tonight Hollow dirges tonight Reality is the whisper of grass on a back fence, and the crying of an empty swing Some shred caught in a car door struggles to twist free with a slap and tug and creak Whisper me lies and benedictions I cannot bear the truth

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Silent One

Date: 12/8/2018 8:50:00 AM

Another deep poem with great imagery..

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 12/7/2018 3:06:00 PM

Hello Sherry, you forgot the trees when they whisper in the breeze. i like that sound. It sounds like water coming to the shore. Have a nice day my friend.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 12/7/2018 6:54:00 AM

I had to FAV this.... so many incredible lines!! One of my very favorite was "the crying/ of an empty swing" as it reminded me of a rusty metal swing in my backyard as a child that would sing a creaky song when the wind blew... LOVE this! ;)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/6/2018 12:49:00 AM

That is so true sometimes. The truth is rather difficult to bear, and yet, I see you as an assertive woman who bears it quite well, my friend. Keep writing!