The Whisperer

I am everywhere...

I am the whisperer

 

You may never hear a single word from me

But rather, hints here and there--everywhere

A calming wind, a sparkle in the evening air

A forgotten dream, a burdened care

 

A million fireflies, or leaves on trees

Indentations in the sand, the cool sea breeze

The murmuring hum of a swarm of bees

 

The incandescent hush of his touch on your skin

An ocean of delight for you to swim in

Listen hard, for every faint trace

Of my lingering voice

Amid the din.

Author's Note

A poem from a few months ago. I touched it up a bit. :-) Enjoy.

Reviews

[Victorious]

Dear Aianarie,

The only critique I have is the word "din." From what I know that word leaves a vague notion. I guess it is meant to say we miss the little things beneath the noises we hear everyday. I think it should be expanded, but then again, it could be left vague and still be considered interesting.

Everything else is perfect and the diction is so sharp. I really like it. I think of God when I read this poem because in everything we see a little bit of Him, His creativity, the things He loves including us.

Thanks for sharing!

Sincerely Victorious

God bless

[Janna Nicole]

I can really feel the line: "I am the whisperer"
Also, "You may never hear a single word from me. But rather, hints here and there--everywhere".

This poem is great all the way through.

It makes me think that wherever there is life, wherever there is energy, a voice or a message can be heard. If I focus, I could be one of those voices. If I listen, I can heard things too, no matter where I am.
Though I can hardly even hear myself sometimes, with the rest of the commotion that's goes on around me. I have to listen hard. Only then am I really worthy to hear the messages that may come.

"Listen hard, for every faint trace
Of my lingering voice
Amid the din."

Very good job. :)

[Janna Nicole]

Please excuse my spelling error.
I meant to put "I can hear things too, no matter where I am", not "I can heard things too".

[MandaBear]

Amazing...so beautiful.

[Illuminare]

There is something slightly eerie about this poem, but the language is so delicate and romantic. An interesting contrast. Great work. :-)

[ravenjess]

"The incandescent hush of his touch on your skin"
I got shivers! xD really lovely poem

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Refreshing like a springs breeze blowing! Well crafted!

[Jetta Zippora]

Mysterious, soft, lilting...so beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

This whispers can get us in trouble. I like the feel of mystery in the poem. Nice flow of thoughts leading to a very good ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Bridget Murphy]

Wow, I don't get it, how can someone write something so good!!! I am amazed, it's not as good as my stuff, lol, but you know you are getting there!!:) jk. Well< this poem is definately going into my library of favorites :)
~BM

[The Scholar]

This poem was so beautiful and soft. Soft. I just kept thinking the word soft over and over again as I read it. It's so light and sort-of magical as well. Very well-written! A pleasure to read. Thank you. :)