With Only A Whisper

From these forbiddings I have walked my last mile

painfully slow

a vanishing of line from blurred assumptions beneath the brow

and the specter that fades at dusk

and perhaps a glimpse, briefly- with only

then just merely a word

a moment met conversation

asleep beneath the woods, asleep within the

cell of cemetery, or cornered eye where you will reach your hand out towards mine, my

sadness, my knife, my reason

and forgive my intrusions within time

as I have forgiven yours

for the two of us were bound to meet in this clay world again

bound to greet in the resting graves dug ‘neath winter’s night 

where our betrayals are fast asleep

and the only life is our own decision 

frost rising from the lip

buried with only a whisper

Reviews

[KevinKevz]

I feel sorrow and I can picture out a melancholic heart in this piece. We meet people who can either build us or destroy us. But the thing is, it's only you who can make yourself happy and lift you up again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Words can make us come alive and can kill us.
"and the only life is our own decision
frost rising from the lip
buried with only a whisper"
The above lines. True and honest places we shall know. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Perdition]

They can indeed and a worthy killing or life it should be as we are going to get there anyway. Those doors we cross need some kicking and perhaps a little oil to get them open..then as poets...well we begin. Thank you once more Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Nothing is easy and you are welcome my friend.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

for the two of us were bound to meet in this clay world again
bound to greet in the resting graves dug ‘neath winter’s night
where our betrayals are fast asleep
and the only life is our own decision
frost rising from the lip
buried with only a whisper

If only we could meet life and death this way every time...it mighta become a true love story....but alas...it's always fire or ice or both...Sticks and stones can break my bones....but it's always words that break my heart..even buried in a whisper.

[Perdition]

Let's just pretend for a second...there is no goal There is no stick..no stone other than Now...meet that life and death with the same fire,,the same teeth and be willing to do it raw with your last bite of truth....then we'd have a whisper. ;)

[Perdition]

But I guess I'm sorta saying what you just did ..lol. Thanks Q.

[Onlyme]

We are born and we die, forever ending circle of life. This is what your poem makes me think, how ones passes and another is born. Continuation of evolution and mankind. Bittersweet sorrow as the end comes. And celebration and joyous of new. Could also mean self-birth, awakening, spiritually, mentally. As you metaphorically died and come back refreshed and renewed.

[Perdition]

By George...I think you hooked it...no fair using the super powers though..lol. Thank you..yes it is meant to be layers upon layers..some of what we live we choose to live as our illusions and some light falls from awakening from these illusions...but in the end the ultimate decision and or price rests in this particular awareness of our hands resting in the now..either open and release the butterfly or carry it on protecting it for the rest of your life and with only a whisper your mark will have been made all the same.

[Onlyme]

glad you like it. made my day too.

[lightsong]

Funny that for the last few days the word (whisper) has been rolling in my head trying to write itself into a poem.

"for me" in this one it seems You were under a lot of injustice through your life, been hurt by some of Your dear ones, not one time, but again and again, You choose to be solitary, and a wound buried deep, seems to bleed from time to another, Your words are sincere and profound, run deep into Your private inner, and through them I sensed the process of creativity too, where You took Your self into Your own created wonderland, a strong feeling of isolation was flowing, the ending is amazing for me.

a peaceful and calm evening I wish for You there ~

[Perdition]

Hmmm? I suppose I do at times. Very insightful...I was writing a letter to life/self and for those that know I guess it was also a note for eyes that see more than they may wish to see at times..but never dissatisfied as all I am is all that has made me who I am...now THAT i can live with..lol. Thanks Light..you are too kind as always~ Wish you same and more.