Whispers

Whispers

A Poem by Edward Clay
"

a small somethng about how I shall miss winter. I just had my last one for two years ...

"

 

And so you blossomed

with a whispered fall,

as the sunlight opened

on the beating ground.

 

Blanket the clover,

and hush up the petals;

daydream starlight

and empty times.

 

Un-caged, you

fly, and higher

you echo - together

we’re silent.

 

In brilliant white,

unclothed;

saturated wanderings

of a leaf dweller.

 

I see you shine before

the dew drops form;

before the world takes cover

and shelters again.

 

White floors and blankets,

dark nights and solitude –

winter you left me,

you left me alone.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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This is like a song. A song sung bleu ?
Ah, winter ! How I miss yeu !
Well maybe not , but the rythm of this poem
is pleasing and inescapable, it beats into the senses
the message of longing for the one lost, even if the one
is only old man winter.
Very nice and intriguing poem.
Thank you !
---- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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wonderfully written, truly enjoyed this piece. I miss winter as well, while others were getting snow this season I got rain.. oh well.

Lovely, great write.
Rayne

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful and lyrical poem that leaves you with a sense of longing for things past. Lovely! Thank you!
~Jo

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hate to be the party pooper to this ode to winter, but please come back another decade or two. Am being snowed under here in the Toronto, Onatrio region, with over 80 cm of snow in the month of Febraury. With more snow to fall this weekend. You paint a beautiful image of winter within the reader's mind, with the imagery of flowers and dew drops. Alas, my heart is frozen to winter's charm. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

Therisa

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"And so you blossomed

with a whispered fall," wonderful opening lines.
I have always enjoyed Winter's hush. I think of Winter as a time for reflection, and an excuse to get cozy!
I like the imagery, the poem reads soft and smooth.


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Blanket the clover,
and hush up the petals"

I love these lines especially making the petals quiet- such a great image.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well, I can't say that I shall miss this winter when it passes... hasn't been fun for me. LOL However, this is a lovely work. It flows peacefully like a snowy field. Really fine work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is like a song. A song sung bleu ?
Ah, winter ! How I miss yeu !
Well maybe not , but the rythm of this poem
is pleasing and inescapable, it beats into the senses
the message of longing for the one lost, even if the one
is only old man winter.
Very nice and intriguing poem.
Thank you !
---- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I like this! Very original verse, strong visual images, great job!

Posted 14 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Edward Clay
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The land of wherever, just south of Nowhere.



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