Whispers In the Wind

Whispers In the Wind

A Poem by OctoberDawn
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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.

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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

© 2012 OctoberDawn


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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.

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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.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very poetic and quite a wonderful read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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OctoberDawn
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My name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..

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