Best Mysterytravel Poems
Whispered.
A sound undistinguished,
forcing the ears to listen
more intently,
giving the mind, flashing
images of the whisperer.
We both know only you and I
are here.
We both know neither you, nor I
spoke, full voice or
in a whisper.
The animals caught it, too,
lifting their heads to the sound.
A low, rumbling growl, is emitted by the
dog, as hair on his back rises.
The hairs on my arms and neck rise, too,
in response to the sound.
A cold chill enters the room
and we look at each other,
sure someone has entered,
though the doors are locked
and we see no one.
If a 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 to the whisper;
in joy I'd travel to the moon and
beyond.
Yet here we are, choosing to be frozen
by fear.