“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!

 

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“ Writing ” ~ need be there reason ~

 

Why do you write

Asked unabashed,

As tho an answer

Other than need,

May even succeed

In shedding light…                  

 

Forces be real

I heard my reply,

Helps  touch why

Tho ne’er quite sure

My words truly fly…

 

What do you write           

She offers in spite,

My hazy taunts

Not meant be trite,

I scribble of time

That shadows mine,

To divert attention

If lot whispers of death…

 

Fate may deny

Time I have left,

So while I’ve breath

And feelings to best,

I’ll write with my soul 

Thus wants life bold,

Without reason or why

For as long as I’ll get!