Whispers
Poetic thoughts, like whispers, come to me;
I close my eyes, and words rush to my mind.
Without me thinking, they flow with the plea
to form a poem- fine, and well-designed.
And how and when they come, I think I know;
it seems my muse must whisper in my ear.
Like magic, when I hear her words- must go,
and write them down- before they disappear.
These whispers come and go- daytime or night-
while doing chores or waking before dawn.
So many times, in darkness by flashlight,
I write them down- to later dwell upon.
Poetic thoughts are whispers from my muse;
this gift she gives- I pray to never lose.
July 17, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: I Write Because
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Judged: 09/13/2022
~2nd Place~
Contest: Whispers
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 07/27/2021
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2021
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