Whispers Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

A great write Mihaela, whispers are mysterious as we can't make out what they are saying but we might imagine they are directed at us in a cruel way or a kind way depends on our mood!

This is a mystical poem, reason and the ego can tamper with it, but will never find entrance to the experience within which the surface words can barely suggest. In fact, curiosity is an insufficient reason to pursue such a lead. There has to be some bond that links the hearer with the distant source before the process can be completed. That bond is a kind of sympathy that the ego will never acknowledge. THERE'S NO ONE THERE, the ego will assert, and the opening shuts. But for the mystic listener, the wonders have just begun. (I hope I haven't overinterpreted your poem, because I really like it! It speaks to me in a fresh, clear voice.)

one's perceptions are one's reality... touché to the whispers only heard in the heart... well done poetess... a beautifully formed pen.

The poem describing the poets feeling regarding whispers as perceived. you have added a mystical otherworldly dimension to it.. adding a hint of mystery and unknown....which has enhanced the charm of an otherwise mundane and routine daily occurrence. lastly there is a hint at interaction between the observer and the medium... interesting sequence of interplay between subject and medium... so to say! nice liked