Can you hear this voice?
I can only whisper in the light,
speaking aloud in words I breathe
to you or build upon paper and pixels.
Only in the silence of night
and bare dawn can I express
what I see in my dark recall,
eyes open and hawk-alert,
hunting in my heart for that
you’ll never see until I tell you,
whisper it to you when day comes
and I retire to the shadows of sunrise.
An upside down way to live,
but I love this breathing life
of whispers, where before existed
nothing but silence and groping blindness.
Shared With the folks at dVerse Poets Pub on Open Link Night.
Lovely ~
Beautiful, Joe ..’but it’s a breathing life’ ❤ xox
Beautifully expressed, Joe. I loved the ending…
it is often easier in the dark or near dark to express what is really on our hearts…it does feel safer somewhat
Ah that was nice Joe.. here we are soon out of darkness… summers here are a lot of daylight…
Nicely woven from gossamer heart strings, sentimental yet sensitive. You are such a hopeless romantic, sir, and I embrace every word of it.
I love this, especially whispering in the light, paper and pixels and the shadows of sunrise! Wonderful!
Build upon paper&pixels…what a fabulous line.
So full of life Joe–Lovely!
This transported me…just beautiful and tender.
Nicely done
Whispers: that beautiful space between silence and nothing at all.
I enjoyed this piece from start to finish..it spoke to me in symbolic ways.
eyes open and hawk-alert – nothing better than a hawk’s view..
When darkness falls… our minds open a bit more to the world for us night owls. The beauty of the sun as it shines upon everything has gone and now is the time to contemplate.
Beautiful write. A life of whispers is surely better than one of silence. Whisper on…
Beautiful work.
Beautiful, tender, romantic … the lady you wrote this about is very blessed.
This breathing life of whispers… There is nothing better, is there? Much better than silence. 🙂
This beautiful poem made me smile. So uplifting 🙂
You have some fabulous stuff here. “Paper and pixels” first caught my attention, with that juxtaposition of the old love letter and new. And the sunrise shadows, those ones I never think of but once you bring them up are so clearly a part of the moment’s beauty. I may have to steal those for a future piece. 🙂
Love how your words travel from your right to your left ear–mine go the opposite direction–This is really beautiful Joe. Can’t decide if I love the first or last stanza best…all lovely, though. 🙂
Very cool. I agree that the safety of night and silence allows for better communication.
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