Whispers In the Wind

A sonnet dedicated to those who have lost someone close to them but despite the sadness, still feel the presence of the loved one lingering, and protecting them.

Laid in white beneath the October earth

Memories are all that we can preserve

Life flees our lips from the day of our birth

Eternity waits; the fate we deserve

These thoughts in my mind as pine meets the dust

A beautiful voice now forever hushed

A pennance perhaps, however unjust

The pale cheek I kiss no longer is flushed

Itinerant I am without her touch

A shadowless soul through earth I now trudge

As the eclipsed sun hides I am as such

For crimes of this lifetime who is the judge?

On shrill autumn nights she still sings to me

I lean in the wind; her voice in the breeze

Reviews

[Morrigan Nicole]

Sheesh, if you got any better, the rest of us poets would be put out of business. Your writing astounds and amuses me, your talent of which I become envious of, threatens to override us amateurs. That's life though, and you would deserve it. This was positively amazing work, keep this up, and you a bound to soar to great heights.

[nigrum homonculus]

this poem is beautiful. the calm flow of it compliments the actual subject very well. well done. enjoyed reading it

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Very poetic and quite a wonderful read.