The Whispered


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


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


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


15 Responses to “The Whispered”
  1. kristianw84 says:

    I love the visuals you create with words. I believe when the Beatles wrote the lyrics to “Magical Mystery Tour,” they must have been speaking of reading someone’s poetry, for you take me on magical mystery poetry rides all the time!

    This is the perfect poem to share on Martin Luther Kimg, Jr. Day! So well-written, my dear friend!

  2. beth says:

    your opening stanza is very powerful

  3. Wow! Powerful, dark and beautiful! Wonderful work my friend!

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    Love the lines about draping Spanish moss compared to heavy-hanging memories. Your poem reminded me of my first trip to Florida, as I had never seen Spanish moss until then.

  5. Bridgette says:

    Dark, powerful and haunting. “We are all the whispered here”—brilliant.

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