WHISPERS

WHISPERS

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
"

mistaken delight

"

WHISPERS

 

Plenty of kisses for me to hold in one breath

I am overcome by his silky strokes, sensual aroma

Blues eyes and whispers

 

He returns home unscathed

Thank heavens for this revelation

I shall safeguard in my core

 

Hence, I wash away my isolation

For the well-being of my love in this dwelling

Replete with echoes

He shall permeate the vacuousness

With his immense generosity and kindness

 

He need not know I save all his tender letters

In a velvet case, ‘tis private

One day I shall recite them all

So, our lives in concert

Shall be memories to conserve

 

I SCREAM! WHERE IS HE?

Awaken in a pool of sweat

A dream of aspiration swept away

I am yet alone

Goading intensely to return to my dream

Before long I forget that reality steals my longings, my rapture

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2023 Betty Hermelee


Author's Note

Betty Hermelee
part of series "At Bridges End"

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ah'' now this is what we seasoned scribblers call a proper love poem .. writ gently and with true purpose and meaning .. I feel sure this wont be the last time I visit here .. AGT's Neville :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for your spot on review! Much appreciated
Best
B.
Neville

1 Year Ago


you are much more than merely welcome Betty .. N :)
A powerful journey led to a sad ending. I kept letters and I still have them. The poem felt so honest and so endearing. Thank you dear Betty for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote


Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You’re very welcome dear John.
Best, B.
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome dear Betty.
Those letters must be poetic if they get recited. A love letter recited becomes a song that echos in your dreams. Excellent poetic subject Betty! Hard to say how much reality is in our dreams. We can hope!

I'll give you two bits for your vocabulary in this one too. If I may, I stumbled at the beginning on 'blues eyes and whispers'. I feel like that s on blue is out of place. Blue eyes and whispers sounds so nice.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your review, but poetic license remember? Much appreciated W.
Best, B
All you’ve left is the spirit and letters , the body has gone , isolation appears ,
I like your poem , very good read

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

thank you Stuart for a lovely review!
Best, B
This was such an intriguing poem, I can relate to waking up from a dream and wishing it were reality. You captured this essence well and I look forward to reading the rest of the series.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Hope, a lovely review; thanks for stopping by.
Best, Betty
Sometimes dreams can be the part of life that one looks forward to and wakefulness the nightmare. Dream on I say.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Soren for your insightful review.
Best, B
How terrible to wake from a dream such as yours and find it is not real. The love and longing stilll there ofcourse....
I had a terrible nightmare last night... I haven't had such a terrible dream in years... So waking up was a good thing...
But with dreams of love one wants to stay asleep as long as possible. Stepping away from reality is wonderful...
well, most of the time.
Lisa, in sunny Spain

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you Lisa for a great review, this poem is part of a series called "At Bridges End".....
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Lisasview

1 Year Ago

Yes, I did see that mentioned...a series of poems or of stories?
Plenty of kisses for me to hold in one breath. Overcome by his silky strokes and sensual aroma, my heart swells with love. Those blue eyes and whispered words, they captivate me.

He returns home unscathed and I am grateful for this revelation. I hold onto it tightly, safeguarding it in my core. I wash away my isolation, for his well-being in this dwelling. This home, replete with echoes, he shall permeate the vacuousness with his immense generosity and kindness.

He need not know that I save all his tender letters in a velvet case, it is private. One day, I shall recite them all, so our lives in concert shall be memories to conserve.

But then, I scream out in desperation, asking, "Where is he?" I awaken in a pool of sweat, the dream of our love, our aspirations, swept away. I am yet alone, goading intensely to return to my dream. But soon, reality steals my longings, my rapture, and I am left with the emptiness once again.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading my poem! But there is no critique? did you like it?
Best Betty
Charlotte Flores

1 Year Ago

As I read this poem, I was immediately drawn in by the vivid imagery and sensory details. The descri.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Wow! What an amazing review! I’m so happy that you related so well to this poem, which by the way,.. read more
I felt like I was right there within in this poem so happy that he returned and then I felt the shock of waking up and the realization it was just a dream. This is a beautiful sensual write and so well executed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you for a spot on review, well written too;
Best, B
Ladysue

1 Year Ago

My pleasure Betty..
Interesting how our dreams take us back in a flash to the past, traveling through doorways at times can be a little nerve racking. I've had dreams where I wish I could have stayed and not wake up from. But of course we always do. Nice write ;-]

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for a thoughtful review, much appreciated.
Best, B

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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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