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Poem: “Less Than A Whisper”
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Not a poem
- or even a breath bent toward a full whisper.
Something less than a wish
but more than a thought.
Something calling faintly in the darkness -
like “the ghost of a whisper”
One that’s been hung back to back,
against remnants and fragments
of rolling thunder,
thunder halved - and halved again,
diminished and divided
…down
…to
…a
…perfect silence.
Though even in the silent heart
thunder has it’s own ghost,
like an endless vibration
ringing at a hole in the center of your being -
Where something once beautiful
caved, and caved … and caved again
leaving a place
with a beating piece missing…
A hollow place now
“perfect”
- for words less than a poem
- and breaths shy of a whisper.
Close your eyes,
and wait for the “forever illusion”
to lay herself beside you…
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Lift her like a lover,
...feel her weight in you arms -
and in your soul,
The weight of
- what could have been
………should have been
………would have been
if
“if only.”
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((Stop.. just stop.....and Breathe..))
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O’ Sometimes you sigh…
and sometimes you smile.
“Regret” is knowing
- that all the right reasons,
can lead to all the wrong ends.
That in truth…
the measure of a sigh
- is but a length of knowing,
that the "wrong ways" you quit
…pledging, swearing,
promising “Bad man no more”
"Reckless man no more"
"Sinner man..... no more"
were in truth,
the only right ways to her door.
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And "now"
(the now that comes so late in the game)
...now… you… understand -
that not every sin is a mistake,
and not every mistake is a sin.
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…but…"for now" - just close your eyes
and wait,
wait for the forever illusion ~
and for the thunder that’s been halved,
and halved again.
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for now - just "Breathe"..
and move your lips,
into the shape of words … the ones
- that are less than a poem,
- the ones,
...that
...are
...less
...than
...a
...whisper.
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March 2011 ©
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