The Voices
The voices
no longer distracted
by long stretches of sunlight
I revel in the short days
so much to do before
nightfall.
Days slip away
in a whispered hush
I, soul inspired
reach into the dark
confines of twilight
Between the failing
light and dreaming
Words come softly
in the silent hours
as I try to shape them
into ghosts who gently
whisper they have a reason.
I enjoyed reading your process ~ As the night becomes longer now, I too reach into the dark confines of twilight ~ Ghostly or not, let the words speak ~
ReplyDeleteStark and honest. Love it!
ReplyDeleteAh, I definitely can identify with words coming softly in the silent hours!! Nice.
ReplyDeletesmiles...i think as poets we give meaning to those ghosts in our sharing of them...of letting the voices out that live inside us...smiles.
ReplyDeleteperhaps our ghosts shape us into who we are...
ReplyDeleteLisa you are amazing this is so melancholic, tender, and vulnerable exquisite work
ReplyDeleteReading this resonates with my November soul...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Bjorn and MLM...this resonates with me and it is exquisite!
ReplyDeleteLovely and it resonates with me.
ReplyDeletelovely, I, too find the stillness of the chilled evenings inspiring an inspiring time when the words flow. loved this verse
ReplyDelete"Words come softly
in the silent hours
as I try to shape them
into ghosts who gently
whisper they have a reason."
You have captured autumn's soul with your words...it is part of you. What a beautiful way at looking at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone.
ReplyDeleteI can so relate to this.. the days slipping by in a whispered rush... and the end is really perfect and true.
ReplyDeleteOh I just love this one......days slip away in a whispered hush.
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