Whisper...

An all-pervading silence…

            No din to pierce the night

Then, I heard one whispered word;

            No shadow was in sight

 

Syllables familiar

            Seemed foreign on this air

An ominous, foreboding voice

Delivered all despair

 

No moonlight or sweet candle flame

            Illuminate my soul

Absolution comes too late;

            My spirit is unwhole

 

And in this vast and lightless place

            Again, the whisper came

The sibilant sigh, beckoning…

           

            …How does it know my name?

 

Author's Note

Happy Halloween :)

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Maybe it hacked your personal information. Ghosts are getting tech savvy now too.

[Rita L. Sev]

Lol! Good point! Thanks, Mark.

[Anna Blackburn]

Wow; that was a wonderful read. The best of my day so far. This is amazing. I hope to read more like it.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, Anna! I am so glad you enjoyed this piece!

[Angi]

I am so happy you submitted this to my Halloween Contest. I am so happy I could place you in it. I am not so happy about the goosebumps I get when I think about some unknown entity watching me and maybe whispering my name. I get freaked out by stuff like this so easily. Good job on doing just that! Angi~

[Rita L. Sev]

Well, if I remember correctly, the rules were to "Halloween the heck out of you" or something like that! Glad I could freak you out for Halloween! Thanks, Angi! :)

[Angi]

Ha! You are a smarty! Love you for that, too! xoxo

[Lydia Shutter]

From another dimension we hear whispers.....I actually believe that is true. However, when the voice is ominous and forboding, it is the stuff nightmares are made of! A great write for Halloween....the rhyming is super and the images eerie! Lydi**

[Rita L. Sev]

Eerie was what I was going for! :) Thanks, Lydi!

[Dr. Wood ?]

That's why I hide behind a pseudonym........great stuff this Rita......But being a big kid I instantly likened it to Santa Claus.....Just softening the edges I suppose.....Thanks for posting

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, Santa knows our names too - what if... *brr*, just freaked me out there, Doc! I may need to use a pseudonym now, too... Thanks!

[Will Neill]

Rita, I very much enjoy this type of poetry, the original use of words mixed with a flowing rhyme. Nice work.
Will.
P.S A good one for the season.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Will!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

We are cross-connected and keenly aware that there are things beyond our knowing. In such moments, the senses are heightened; and we are faced with our impermanence. You captured the haunt but subtley subdued it with a "sibilant sigh."

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you for this kind and thoughtful review, Linda!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very gripping read... the unknown knows us.

[Rita L. Sev]

It certainly does... Thank you, Dale!

[Pryde Foltz]

How does it, indeed. Mwahahahaha.

[Rita L. Sev]

It knows your name too, Pryde... ;)

[Pryde Foltz]

I shiver and shake. LOL.

[Tom]

I wouldn't hang about there too long Rita if I were you...that sounds a to me as if Freddie Krugars at large!

[Rita L. Sev]

Ahhh!

*ahem* I'm fine now. ;) Thanks, Tom!