Sherry Asbury Poet Blank verse

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 December 8, 2018 at 8:50 AM Another deep poem with great imagery..

Darlene De Beaulieu December 7, 2018 at 3:06 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 December 7, 2018 at 6:54 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 December 6, 2018 at 12:49 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!