Whisper on the Wind
in the still small hours
day breathes first breath
the silent world awakens
calls for life to join it
softly the voice drifts
never intruding on any
subtly seeking entrance
stirring desire to waken
softly eyes flicker open
kissed by young sun rising
life renewed once again
by a whisper on the wind
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
It's perfect just as it is. The title is, of course, "Whisper on the Wind" and could be the title of a second book of writings.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Connie, and title is set. Now about the second book, I still think I will be lucky to get through this first one, but I thank you for the confidence!
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