A Whispered Name

Poem

Your name calls out across the morose night
The sky saturated with dismal fog
Letters dancing upon flimsy droplets
Sounding out a whisper of existence
The mind in an alluring frantic flight

A name but a shadow; a midnight tale
Haunting the heavy clouds with enchantment
Slowly gliding through the substantial mist
Barely visible to onlooking eyes
Corporal entity just out of reach

Vision distorted due to exertion
Gazing into the endless darkness
Seeking a minute glimpse of the letters
That compose the formation of your name
Weaving a blinding spell so compelling

Within a second disassembled
Scattered in multiple directions
Silently drifting from the eye view
Becoming but a faint memory
A spectral dancing with the silver moon

Reviews

[Jibey]

You bring together an impelling vision of mists and clouds shifting and moving in the sky... an apt image for the shifting hopes and fears of lost love... of a heart searching and longing for what lies beyond reach or control..

I found the poem carried me along with its emotion, leaving me sad... life's moments of satisfaction are so often fleeting... transient... we cannot hold on to them...

[Poetic Beauty]

I am fascinated by all the night sky and the mysteries that come with the quiet and the peace of the nocturnal hours. The fog made for a dreary slightly eerie night. The idea kind of popped in my mind as I was thinking of someone while watching the December fog which is quite unusual for that time of year

[Anita Frader]

A haunting piece that makes me think of deep longing for loved ones who exist on worlds other than our own now.

[Poetic Beauty]

Yes it definitely could be that interpretation of this poem

I was watching the fog and the clouds in December quite unusual here thinking of a secret lover and the idea pop into my brain

[Stella Armour]

"A spectral dancing with the silver moon "
What a lovely line ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes inspiration come in the least expected places merging two things together. I’m glad you liked that line. It is probably one of my favorites in the poem

[Neville]

.. terribly well poemed Poetic Beauty .. but then each of my six reviewing predecessors all agree with the latecomer ME .. Neville

[Poetic Beauty]

I was standing outside on a foggy December night that felt more like October thinking about Mr. Blue Eyes and this poem came to life while I was standing outside

[Patricia Wedel]

The Spirits of our loved ones seem to whisper our name... the Stars light the Night when mysteries become Songs in our Heart. tenderly, Pat

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the night sky and all the mysteries the come with the quiet hours

[Sami Khalil]

I was pulled in and kept there enjoying the imagery and substances; you cast a magic spell on your readers.

[Poetic Beauty]

I try to immerse the reader in my poems

[Sami Khalil]

Good for you. Keep up the good work

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful and stunning images you created through this poem. Love reading and enjoyed

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you for your kind words. I try to use vivid imagery and many of the senses to total immerse the reader in my writing

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend.
"A name but a shadow; a midnight tale
Haunting the heavy clouds with enchantment"
When the night is long. The shadows of memories can overcome us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[Poetic Beauty]

My mind tends to merge two things together and boom here it is

[Pete]

such heavy poetry. hauntingly vivid. awesome flow. you've got talent. bravo ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you…
I was thinking of someone and the fog of the night made my mind think this

[Betty Hermelee]

Stunning writing...this piece is so ethereal...full of cosmos apparitions...a whispered name, hidden in the fog,...letters become extinct as the confusion of fog, darkness...distorted name; vision as the eye drifts away...as do memories..."a spectral dancing with the silver moon". lovely
Warmly, B...

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you for you kind review. I was outside late one December night and thinking of someone and the idea came to mind. It warm foggy which is odd for December here and made it feel more like fall

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome dear Poetic Beauty, a wonderful thought
Warmly, B