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Author Name: FreeShe Whispers 4 Comments
Date Added: January 10, 2012 10:01:34 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Broken Hearts Add To Favorites | Text Only
 
Mute Whispering


CRYINGWHITEBLACKWOMANGLITTER.gif CRYING WOMAN GLITTER image by FANNYMAC_2008
 I seemed to hear a distant questioned voice
that cried out with an uncertain tune
 with silence now that ticking clock


My woman wounded spirit sinking low
no cure for sorrow all the hours
my torment has no rest


My crystal wine glass runs low trying
 again to numb my startled heart
for own myself protection



I moved my mute lips to speak these
uncertain hours more agony returns

 I now have no whispering speech 


  Nothing perfect crying emotions ashamed
these stumbling words shall be the dew tears
as they trickle fall in my grief shadows 


 
Leaving no perfume silk in my name
while listening to the crying wind
coiled around my mind   
Author's Notes:
Picture bt ...Roselina Assis
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeJohn Armlovich on January 10, 2012 09:48:12 PM Report


I can't say that I understood much of the meaning of this poem but the picture does help to clarify it a bit. while I cannot say that I know for sure what you wrote about, I can say that it kept me captivated until the end. Loved the creative verses,


John

Comment By: FreeDean on January 10, 2012 09:08:24 PM Report
She, what is going on?! Do you know those, who can hear the "crying wind" and then listen to it, can hear that "distant questioned voice" as well as feeling the "perfume silk"! Love it when the mute lips begin to speak like this. Ditto David, ~Dean
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 10, 2012 12:39:24 PM Report
An excellent picture to motivate the poem and it works so well great choice~Graham.
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on January 10, 2012 11:37:15 AM Report

D E A R  I N D I A ,  

Y O U ' R E   G R E A T !!!





 


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