Listen For The Whispers

Listen For The Whispers

A Poem by Robert Trakofler
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Not sure if this is done it didn't tell me so yet but it is my feeble attempt to speak of death to those of whom have lost someone

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__Listen For The Whisper__


 

Though my motion will cease to stir

And voice no longer heard

Long past movements entreat to spur

Breathes billow to my words

 

And please listen for the whispers

Those times you fell or ached

Recall my soothes oh so tender

And feel my warm embrace

 

Please don’t grieve my loss lost passage

My grave resides in you

The progeny of my passion

Those whispers sing for you



 

© 2020 Robert Trakofler


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My sister lost her hubby & our mom last year. A friend lost her hubby and today she lost her sister. It seems to be a brutal season of dying among my friends & family, so your poem comes at an apropos time, offering gentleness & soothing. My people are in raging grief, but for me, it's more of a quiet longing appreciation for those who pass, as your poem expresses with grace (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

So many deaths for me lately and so many folks I am close to enduring them as well. I decided the on.. read more



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I think you did quite well Robert, a nice epitaph. The whole poem resonated very well even after several readings one could not fault it.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

you know andrew I think that's exactly what it's going to be... on my gravestone:)
lovely and tender, having lost loved ones, their whispers sing to me on long lost nights, leaving nothing but tracers of smiles in the morn, great poem, B

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

It is a comfort to know that I am not the only one that feels this way and experiences this. perhaps.. read more
gram linski

6 Months Ago

oh no, you definitely are, lol,
Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

A bunny can dream:/
"Those whispers sing for you" rings in my head after reading this poem, Robert. Death seemed to seize January, and your poem brought a peace and calm I needed. One of the lost in January was a close family friend who had a Sam Elliott type voice, and I remember it so well, like he's in the room with me. Another exceptional poem that many of us needed this season. Looking forward to a happy February now.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

Me too brother Robert it has been a rough year looking forward to some spring smiles:) and a gentler.. read more
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Loss is such an integral part of life, but one that never gets any easier. Some losses can be lifelong scars that we never quite come to grips with. I’ve read this several times and had started a comment once or twice. Sometimes my mind doesn’t work how I’d like and the words don’t communicate.

I suppose what I like so much about your message is the forethought. When I was a girl and lost my stepfather, it was very sudden and there was this long period of silence and uncertainty. When you don’t expect to be leaving you don’t prepare, so naturally there is a lot of unfinished business.

About 25 years after his death, I came across a letter he had written to my mother detailing how much we all meant to him. For whatever reason, she never shared it with us, but seeing the words in his own hand was like a voice from the grave. Strangely enough, I only found it because I was cleaning her home in preparation for her partner’s impending death. He was to be brought home to die and we had to make room for the hospital bed. So, the cycles take on interesting meanings.

I suppose what I liked so much here was that you are reaching out before the fact with what comfort you have to offer and leaving behind a reminder of what you are and how that can continue to resonate. It’s a lovely idea, Robert. Meaningful. Better than an epitaph because it speaks to the dynamism of the living and holds out the hand of comfort.

I really enjoyed all that was encompassed in this. Feels quite solid and complete to me.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

About this being finished; I guess sometimes we poets just need to shut up and let the lines lay:) .. read more
Eilis

6 Months Ago

Thank you, Robert. That’s very kind.
“Death twitches my ear;
'Live,' he says...
'I'm coming."

--Virgil.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

oh my, that just gave me goosebumps!
Yesterday a family of 5 died by a sudden fire caught in their house in my town. On such wintery day they were sleeping and couldn't get an alert of the death knocking! Never wishing but think how it was to see death from so close and die...
We tend to express our grief through words, but the grief is thousand times bigger than how we express.
May you and family stay safe :)


Posted 6 Months Ago


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Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

That's just terrible Tahsin how awful I can't even imagine how that would feel
Tahsin.Z🍁

6 Months Ago

Neither can I or someone but that is how life is, now great then tragic and vise versa...
I've watched as friends have passed away from suicide or cancer. I'm sure wherever they are, they can see us and may even communicate in their own way. Your poem may not be finished, but the message is one I surely recognize and appreciate.

Great job.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

Hi Relic:) thanks man I appreciate that i still get feeling a line or two is waiting to come out... .. read more
Robert
its sad when somebody leaves our life and not being physically present, but at spiritually they are always attached to us. but then in order to grow spiritually we need to detach , that the difficult part. but then that the life , but you have truly written in a beautiful manner.
thanks for sharing

prandya

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

hello Pradnya:) I keep getting stuck on how to say your name does it rhyme with provda? (sorry I get.. read more
Pradnya

6 Months Ago

Hello Robert,
my name can be pronounced as P RA D N YA or PRAD N YA,( N is pronounced ) that.. read more
A very heart felt piece Rob. Though they may not physically be present they can never really die as long as we live and we pass on the tales to our children's children.

Well done.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

As I am aging I find myself saying things I know came from them LOL and I do a double take...what di.. read more
Listen for the whispers - how true is that, for as long as you live you can hear those whispers if you choose to listen. Loved ones remain a part of you as long as you want them to. A most poignant write this week at it was the anniversary of my Dad's passing, now 29 years ago. He talks to me still, as though he was in the same room, and I am more than thankful for that. So many losses, but then there are so many whispers that reach my ears. They live still, within those memories and whispers. A beautiful poem Bunny. Very special.

Chris

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Robert Trakofler

6 Months Ago

My dad and my stepfather are now both the last of their siblings:( last week one of my fathers last .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

6 Months Ago

It isn't easy to write about death in a different way. Sometimes we can be so overwhelmed that no wo.. read more

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Robert Trakofler

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I am the Bunny but the bunny isn't me long live the bunny Hello I’m Robert I own an art gallery and performance space in Pittsburgh called The Zenith It is also an antique store and a veget.. more..

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