Whispers Poem by Ann Mckeeman

Whispers



as the day releases her grip on the weighty verdant nature of things..
and as night slowly comes to take her hand there, at dusk- calm cool and waiting -
he so fully expansive dressed in moon light and perfumed with the decadent odor
of the crushed flowers of summer's days...
watching them...I am convulsed by a silent cry-
ancient and insistent..like a shard of glass once buried so deep-
layers of living intent on dulling it's edges and encouraging my
somnolent amnesia...
a silent scream escapes my soul...
home
(homehomehomehomehomehome.....)
and as he (night) caresses her (day) hand,
beginning the familiar dance of the passage of life,
I search the stars, with whispered tears, and a bruised and
bleeding longing...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 12 August 2015

Hey, that was something, worth reading. Read mine - Mitigation - Adeline

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Ann Mckeeman

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westbrook, maine
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