Quivering Hands

Quivering hands move ever so slightly over the basin of memory

An utterance is spoken but heard by no one else

The tremors of a beating heart align with the expectation that awaits reality

Dark shadows glare in the distance

Waters glide with ripples as a mist overtakes the moonlight

The trees are listening ever so intently

And not a cloud is in the night sky

Once the voice finishes, the echoes take over

As the wind carries them to their new home

Into the ears of those ready to receive the instruction

Reviews

[BL]

Brilliant descriptions that create a very clear picture of what's in your mind. I liked this, thanks for posting

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful emotions and thoughts in the poem.
"Quivering hands mover ever so slightly over the basin of memory
An utterance is spoken but heard by no one else"
The above lines are thoughts left for the all of us to ponder often in a long life. Thank you my friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Paramount]

First of all, my apologies for "mover" instead of putting "move". Anyhow, danke. With the many kinds words from you and other friends of mine who review my poetry, it is a great encouragement. Again, shukran. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

[Paramount]

You are very kind. I apologize for not having more time to review your poetic works. I am sure they are each a masterpiece. :)