Whispers

Whispers, flow like the river
It makes the green grass
In the valley quiver

Whispers, hunters
Hunters of innocent
Hunters of greed
Hunters of no need

Whispers, rumors
The fatal talk
The fooling walk

Whispers, producers of violence
Producers of war
Producers of everlasting silence

Whispers, whispers...

Author's Note

Reviews are most appreciated

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

That soft voice that seems to flit past your senses...catching only snippits of phrases... trying to decipher the meanings of each. Never really being able to place the voices.. knowing that somebody is calling to that piece of you where the answer hides. Your piece has many levels for me as I read it over and over again. I can tell you that a feeling of overhelming saddness drenched me the first two times...how accurate you are with each stanza..."Whispers" haunt...hunt...hurt... Bravo :)

[J. F. Charleston]

Sorry about that... Well I hope that you had a good time at those levels.

[Shy Girl]

dont be sorry..your piece had me thinking alot. that's a good thing :)