~ Soft Whispers

~ Soft Whispers, Elisa Laura, Dark, Fantasy, Ambient, Dreams, Dream Visions, Night Walks

~ Soft Whispers

 

 

Soft sounds,

Rippling, like fingers

On a table

 

Long pauses, silence…

Returning rhythms,

The whirl of thoughts

 

Of you in me...

 

I hear you for years,

In nights, like these

 

Before the moon is full,

Do you want 

           To tell me something?

 

“Tell it to me,

            Say it!”

Stop whispering…!

 

You can trust me,

The sea is ours

 

And I was there for centuries,

But your name was the future,

 

Like a mirror of the ocean,

 

Now we will never be

Together, my own soul,

 

My previous life...

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

Reviews

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I love the vastness of this poem. It uses references to such a wide expanse as a backdrop and it really is a benefit to what I am feeling that you are meaning. The contrast between vast and specific, centuries of time and things that happen in a moment...the wide expanse of the sea and the specificity of fingers tapping on a table, it all adds to the feeling of the depths of this emotion. You have made me realize something about writing; I need to take an idea from music and use it in my poetry. In musical recordings there is something they call the "Pad" in the background. It is not an instrument. Instead it is the collective "background noise" which the producer/sound engineer has built into a feeling. The Pad includes the echo of a wide opened room, or the immediacy of the feeling the singer is right there in bed with you. All these feelings are part of it. If you hear a seagull just for as second in a song, then you immediately think of that song as taking place at the beach. In the case of this poem, the clever "pad" you set down of vast time depth and wide ranges of distance really supported the themes well.

Truly Ro, such a great review from you my friend, not only do you seem to understand my subconscious, but also, the facts of "lucidity". I think you exactly felt here too. (that's a great combination), and I am truly happy you did. Many thanks these are reviews, I hope for, and will dig your words truly! - Elisa

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

Many thanks for your excavations, and may you dig up great treasures, from one archaeologist to another!

You're welcome, I've learnt much today from your point of view. And what a wonderful inspiring words here... may you too!! ;)

[Eric Pudalov]

Robby, I appreciate this review as well! That concept of the "pad" is something I haven't necessarily applied to my poetry before, and yet it seems so important. I remember reading an interview with John Paul Jones of Led Zeppelin, and he was talking about the song "Going to California," saying it "sounds like lawn sitting." I think that's part of what you're talking about; the "pad" built into the song gave it the overall feel of someone playing guitar and singing out on a grassy lawn.

Thank you for replying to this......

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

I totally agree about Led Zeppelin! This is just what I am talking about!!! It really is possible to do this in poetry. It takes a clear idea of how to lend a feeling to something, but with the smallest of allusions!

[Eric Pudalov]

You know, I may have done it in my poetry without realizing it - I didn't know there was an actual term for it. But I think that creating an "environment," if you will, is part of good storytelling. Perhaps in the next poem that I write/publish on here, I'll keep that in mind.

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

It is something I notice that good writers can do, but other writers really can't. It is the art of creating an environment, but then only barely alluding to it. A good writer can give you the barest details, but you still can fill in the rest for yourself. It is a unique ability and I don't know what the word is for it, but it is a way of showing without really even needing to give the details. You have to sense your audience so well that they don't even know what you are slipping into their minds.

[Eric Pudalov]

We had studied something like that in a poetry workshop I took. We did a lesson called "overstatement/understatement," and I decided to go with understatement. I wrote a poem about rape, but never explicitly stated that it was about rape...I just described the feelings between the man and the woman. I think that's what you're talking about, if I'm not mistaken?!

[Robert Tusitala O'Neill]

That IS what I am talking about! Brilliant use of understatement!! It allows the audience to participate when you leave things out but trust them to fill in the gap!

[Troy Henson]

To love in a past life...was it as hard as it is in the now? I often wonder. Surely we are not subject to this kind of pain again and again. May we get it right in one lifetime.

Regards

Lovely poignant words my friend, thanks a lot, this one was a real dream of me.... (do you know what it means)? I still do not.... I wrote it out as soon as I woke up in a slumber, and got my notebook and pen.... :) it's a process I do often. I like all what people bring in here... x

[joshua deathdealer]

I have chillbumps all over me. *shakes* This is brilliant and the flow is felt perfectly. The imagery of the full moon and the sea worked well for the experience. I love it!! I'm working on a novel about lovers, told through their past lifes. So I'm excited you wrote this. Truly a masterpiece.

And I was there for centuries,
But your name was the future..xo

Thank you dear, for the feelings and beautiful words towards this one, I knew you would love it ;) Muwah, and hopefully till soon after the holidays xoxo :)

[joshua deathdealer]

xxxxxxxxxxxx

Hugssss dear buddy xxxxx

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

This piece takes on a life of it's own, covering many themes and a pleasure for the reader, well done.

Thank you mo chara! I'll come back for you sweet friend xo :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you and your very welcome x

Thank you again Thomas xx sorry I'm so slow.....

[Pax]

Oh, there is a haunting feeling of this piece that can send tingling sensation that this pervious life is telling you something. Trying to connect you from the previous lives, on which you can never be one. Generation to generation, there will always come a time that you’ll feel the connection to this person. The very you of the past. I slightly believed in reincarnation, but that’s to be proven 100% first but for now this is our mere vision trying to tell us something that will make us completely whole again as you embrace now, to pick up the broken pieces of the past to be one with the future. This is a great piece big sis. Thanks for sharing such journey in your vision.

I just not know what to do without you brother, you always read through everything lol....

I just not know what to do without you brother, you always read through everything lol....

Glitches, bro... urgh! all I said, stays on your profile, ;) take good care, sleep well, till after X-mas!

[Pax]

merry christmas, enjoy your time with your family... have a blast on the holidays season...

[Sanober]

This truly is enchanting, mysteriously beautiful work. Each stanza is a poem in itself. this is the kind of poem that never ends in the reader's heart, it just lingers, whispers, soothes, and blossoms into something more magical each time. Absolutely loved this, my friend.

Thank you so much my friend... when you come by, you always brighten the day. :) wishing you happy holidays, and after I will be back to read/review you! I'm glad you liked it... :) xx

[Lydia Shutter]

As vast as the ocean...as eternal as the stars in the sky.....love is always there and always whispering to us in tones only we can hear. Your words, as always, are enchanting. They cast a spell on the reader. Whenever I reach the end of one of your poems, I am sad there is no more to read. Elisa, this is just beautiful. Knuffels, Lydi**

Lydi!!! zo goed dat je terug bent, en bedankt voor je mail, ik zal snel terug schrijven... :) thank you for your words upon this one! sigh! :) you humble me xx knuffels Eli

[Tina Kline]

A splendid and enchanting poem. You weave such magic with your words.

I can't thank you enough sweet Tina. :) me is smiling here.... x

[Tina Kline]

You're so welcome!

[Paul Seaman]

time is an illusion. all lives are one .

Thank you Paul, for your sharp short words :)

[Paul Seaman]

I always think of poetry as condensed speach, much like a photograph compared to a video. I will read more of your stuff, as you seem to have a gift.

You humble me Sir. thank you. Will do the very same towards your stuff, just in weekends, I'm always busy. Come by soon! :)

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Hi Sis, how are you, just got a computer for the holidays, so I am here to give it a try at your poem, hopefully I would get close to what it signifies

According to the title of the poem, voices creep inside a sound to deliver a message and grasp attention by annoyment making it almost difficult to ignore them

At times they dissapear, and they return when thoughts remember them

When their failed cycle is complete, they are asked if there is something else they want to say or if is that all because they repeat the same message

They are told to be direct without open phrases that takes the mind to wonder into multiple interpretations hidden in the sound of the waves

The sounds have always been there until somebody paid attention to them and was able to decypher what they are trying to tell

"Now we will never be Together, my own soul,"

This part is the most amazing, because is saying that now that is able to know what it signifies, it makes it understand that they are separate entities with each one with its own place, a nature life that repeats itself and is almost predictable, and an own life that is able to think and adjusts in different chosen directions

Thanks Sis, for this nice review, I always am happy when you come by, and I can dive into your points of view.... All is well, hope with you too? Many thanks for all the effort, and support xx

[Samuel Jack]

Wow, reminds me of a lucid dream, you jump, no that's not the word............you transition between different situations that all link up with an overarching meaning.

On the first scan read (sorry, I know you shouldn't with poems) I thought it may be about an old love or unfulfilled love. But the story I'm getting is your hearing whispers of a previous life.

Apparently you can meet previous incarnations of yourself in dreamscapes but I've never achieved it.

Beautiful wording with deeper meaning, this is classy stuff lady.

I don't know how to say "well done" in Dutch, but if I did :)

Bit of polish instead. Na zdrowie!! (I'm terrible at polish spelling, their alphabet is fiendish)

Thank you Samuel, for the great review, I love to puzzle my readers normally a bit.. ;) but believe me, this was a real dream (I have many of them), returning, haunting, and wrote it out in less then 15 minutes, before it would fade away.... you're right on many ways I think... It's still a bloody mistery for me... :D love to have second and third visions of this one. :) like I have with some other dreams. Thank you so much dear friend, means much to me. "Well Done" in Dutch means: "Goed gedaan" litteraly translated as: " Good done" but that sounds odd in English ;) but for the explanation..... Love your Polish and fiendish, tong here, it's the same as in Russian, so cheers to you too!!!! :) xx