The Whispered
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Memories hang heavy
Like Spanish moss draped
Over the gnarled boughs
Weathered by the voice of years
Fed by long forgotten tears
And traced in the wounds
We are all the whispered here
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Visions rise like smoke
A pungent scent seen
Stung in blood-shot eyes
Burnt in the sepia lost
Paying the highest cost
And placed within the tombs
We are all the whispered here
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Darkness beats the anvil
With a farrier’s skill
Drummed to war
Bodies of the broken
Names left unspoken
Now echoes in the gloom
We are all the whispered here
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
ah, the memories hang on tight and whisper in the background. emotion-evoking poem
Thank you, Beth! You are always so kind.
Good stuff, Brad.
Thanks, Yasmiin!
Welcome, Brad.
Nice
Thank you!
I really like that this poem’s words provided visuals to go along with them!
Thanks, sis! Love you!
I especially like the line about “memories hang heavy like Spanish moss draped.” Such powerful imagery!
Thank you, Pete. I suspect that is not a sight you see often in your neck of the woods.
No, but I have been to the Florida Everglades. It’s an impression that has stayed with me for decades.
some wonderful imagery in this poem, Brad…
Thank you, my friend!
👍
Memories…
These are mysteries of the mind. Lovely work indeed my friend.
Thank you, my brother!
You’re very welcome my brother!
Beautiful Brad. This is a sorrowful piece but a reminder of certain costs. It makes me think of the possibilities of war. Big hugs 🤗 Jonikins
Thank you, Jonikins!