Whispering

Winds whisper
but
I'll tell you no names

Let there be
fruitless trees

If only your lips ~
hush
on the last breath

Before night falls
We'll burn ice

Love me

Let the breeze befall
and flowers grow
without petals

Sshhh

mind the spider cracks
the ice
is not broken

yet.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-21 at 20:52

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Like not wanting to break the moment and keeping as quiet as possible so as to not jinx the good of now... those are the thoughts that come to my mind reading this lovely poem. I really love the pictures and the feel I get from all the lines, but the spider cracks and the ice not being broken spark my imagination very nicely :)
2014-02-22


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Such utter artistry, an inner aural dimension of immaculately
scored poetic torch music.
2014-02-21


Rob Graber
Full of romantic suspense!
2014-02-21