The Whisperers

The Whisperers

A Poem by Helena



The Whisperers

They are the weavers of daydreams
The gypsies of your enquiring mind
Leading you on paths to worlds unknown
Sending your thoughts to heavenly heights
Lighting within you eternal flames
They fly to the moon on angels wings
To gather the moon dust of ideas
Where seeds of creativity can grow
In fragrant rainbow gardens of peace
They dazzle your eyes with glorious visions
Until immersed and swimming freely
In the sea of beauty, beyond a poet's imagination
They are the eternal dreamers since time began
The gentle whisperers deep within your writer's soul
The unwritten words within you
Awaken to their caresses
The kisses from the muse you serve ~
(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved)

© 2020 Helena


Author's Note

Helena

Picture courtesy of: Word Press.com

Thank you for reading my words! ~ Helena~

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The mind.. the imagination.. moves along, slowly and steadily until time comes when that muse arrives and declares itself! As yours obviously has in abundances. Glorious words, thoughts to relish, reveries to hug close. But for many, that door needs be firmly bolted.. at least, sometimes. Keep safe and more. Helen. :)

The artwork is fascinating, whose is it, please?

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I feel like the Muse draws out my unwritten words. What beautiful imagery.

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Helena

1 Year Ago

I appreciate you reading and reviewing my poem. Thank you! ~ Helena ~
Such dreams are woven and lived for... with heart and wonder.

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Helena

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Chris for your kind words. ~Helena~
i love this, Helena.
Absolutely how the muses work...and we are at their mercy. I am so glad they visit me, i feel lucky.
This description is so mythical...even as poets there is much that is beyond even our imaginations.
j.

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Helena

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words jacob! ~ Helena~
The mind.. the imagination.. moves along, slowly and steadily until time comes when that muse arrives and declares itself! As yours obviously has in abundances. Glorious words, thoughts to relish, reveries to hug close. But for many, that door needs be firmly bolted.. at least, sometimes. Keep safe and more. Helen. :)

The artwork is fascinating, whose is it, please?

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on June 23, 2020
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Tags: Weavers, moon, angels, poets, eternal

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Tweed Heads, N.S.W., Australia



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