...On Poetry and Fiction - Just "One Word " Away (Whisper)

 

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     GOOD OR BAD, A WHISPER ALWAYS COMES TO US, INCOGNITO...

        One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is "Whisper".                                                             

        A whisper is a trace of sound. It is a form of communication in an attempt to be quiet and courteous in the company of others. It can also be an attempt at sharing private gossip and mean-spirited rhetoric…Or it may display hints of love and admiration. At times it may be funny and kind, or simply wild and mischievous. Just know that in whatever form a whisper comes to you, or however you choose to speak a whisper, there is always a reason behind its subtle and obscured voice. There is always a message upon its lips. It can be human, it can be spiritual or it can be Nature’s way. Happy or sad - a whisper is the spoken word, incognito.

           

WHISPER

(April 27, 2021)

 

A Whisper is The Secret of the Soul

It reveals itself selectively

Be it new or be it ol’

Rich soft tones of joy and woe –

in love, in hate, it dons a glow

Be it high or be it low

 

A hint of sound so misunderstood

A dormant murmur within the heart

‘Til the soul decides to speak its peace

as many dare to play a part

Its ego rises from the deep

Smart in thought; foolish in start

Some strong, some frail, at times too weak

It plays its agenda of hide and seek

 

A Whisper is a friend, sitting by at church

Or the “quiet” in a noble Library

Soft chatter in the seats of a movie theatre

Often times words of bribery

Sly students engaged in classroom banter

With gossip as their goal

Giggles in between each childish Whisper

Where others choose ne’er to troll

 

Faint traces of its hidden slur, echo all about

In homes and public places;

either Quaint or bearing Clout

A Whisper is the great respect

in a solemn Mausoleum

Or anxiety in a hospital ward

…the rhythm of its being;  - - of its hearing, of its seeing

Curiosity in The Halls of Justice

Where a Whisper falls to the ground

For fear of someone hearing,

its inappropriate sound

 

A Whisper is the calming breeze

which speaks to leaves in grandiose trees

With seasonal messages from Mother Nature’s lips

Wrapped in colorful, magical bliss

It lurks within the shadows of the golden Sounds of Silence

Telling tales of peace, or telling tales of violence

It always brings a message through a vague obscured voice

Be it light, be it dark, or be it pure personal choice

Through footsteps rushing past, on a dim lonely street

It will invite all to listen  -  very clearly, yet discreet

A Whisper can be heard, be it close or from afar

Yet will touch a life with love, or turn it all ajar

 

Some Whispers are quite kind, and sometimes not so much

So determine wisely, as you listen, to its final touch

Whether sun-kissed days or ebony-laced skies

A Whisper speaks truths, or spews damaging lies