Opening Poem

Can You Hear

 

 

Can you hear the soft whispers of the wind in the trees?

Or the soft stillness of the grass?

 

Can you hear the rustling of the soft rustling of leaves as they move down the street?

Or the stillness of nothing as they lay beneath your feet?

 

Can you hear the soft heart beat as you walk cross the path?

Or the stillness of nothing as you walked that forgotten path?

 

Can you hear the coldness as it surrounds you?

Or taste the fear of death that invites you?

 

Can hear and see the darkness that waits as it creeps long the path?

Or do you wait for it, hoping that it will pass you by?

 

Can you hear the silenced screams in the wind, the silent whispers?

Or is right behind you walking down the path?

 

I can for I am Death and hear you and wait as you turn around 

Nor do I wait for you to listen as I wait for you to scream.

 

 It is not the cold you feel but my fingers around you.

It is my footprints you can not hear as I stand behind you.

 

I hear your heart, it cries out to me not in fear. It bids me welcome.

The whispers are silent as my breath blows the leaves and trees.

I walk the path beside you gladly because you could not hear me.

 

Now can hear me?

Or do you scream...    

Eric Shepherd 2008

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

A creative usage of a poem, it sets the mood creates curiosity and makes the reader ask how does this drive your story.
I'm in, next.

[Shep]

yes it drives the story home i think but thinking of changing the poem

[Shep]

this story is the third one in the series by the way

[Cherrie Palmer]

A story is like a woman's hair do always one hair out of place.

[Coyote Poetry]

Very good start to the story. I liked how you gave reason and purpose to the mask. I will keep reading. Thank you Eric for sharing the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Wesley Dingler]

Now this is cool, starting off with a forward poem rather than a preface or anything like that.
I'm intrigued.