only the lonely
sometimes, you might hear it,
whispers... silent and strange
lost deep in the earth where
the worms soak up pain, and
sometimes, at midnight, their
secrets might rise...to soft
moon or star or incredible
skies...
in darkness, in deepness, in a
mystery talk... which snags on
a wind that blows lost souls,
who walk...
in deepness and darkness, on
a loneliest night, when...a wind,
it might find them, bowl them
over with sight...then...
blow on and blow through,
blowing always to new,
rising high into other, turning
black to god's blue
and sometimes, you'll hear it,
these whispers of night, an
effervescent language of
blackness and light
which rises and rises, from the
deep earth below
to blow up and onwards, and
forever... to blow...
M P 20/6/21
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Beautifully worded poem my friend. We often reflect on our lost deeply at night. When the earth is more still, and silence lays heavy on our hearts. I loved the stirring imagery this write gave me ❤️
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Awwww soo sad my lovely soul ❤️🌹❤️
Thanks Jill..sorry for late reply love...catching up xxx
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Super imagery , great imagination , wonderful poem Marion , Well done on a cracking write , Chris X
Aw thanks so much Chris...appreciated 🌹🌹
Hi Marion. I also really love the amazing lines Gwen pointed out. Such craftsmanship in this piece. Its beautifully somber and in depth meanings. Big hugs as always Pxxx
Hi Pratibha, sorry for late reply...thanks so much love ❤️
So forlorn and solemn and sober in mood and the words reach out to touch a reader's heart Marion.
A poem with meaning and certainly for one and all to reflect on.
I wish you well my friend and things change, albeit little victories but for the better.❤️
Thankyou for your kind and beautiful comment Shaun...appreciated my friend 💕