While watching sunset Drowning in sea Every breath of fresh ear Sun reflections In blue sea Collars Sink inside me Awakening hope Waves as handkerchief In distance
Is that beloved waving ? Is it my mother? Or brother? Or sister?
I am feeling as passing Image Caught In immortal circle of mortal pain
I sow so many handkerchief in distance Each one soaked with tears Promised of waiting But wind of time took them away Stacked in branches They live they're own life Whistling wind blow them Roll them Twist them in ear as dancing ballerina Makes them remember laughter of past With tears of present In wind of dreams Past endeavours They cry as neglected children Waiting to be picked up And find they're way To be kept close to chest As treasure of heart For someone to cherish
Each handkerchief has it's own dreams Some to dress a wound Some to hold the candlelight Burning on heart as Faith Some dream To grow bigger on mainmast Withstanding storm To stand proud waving - against time While life destiny that our nature shapes In this or that room Waiting With handkerchief
Wow! So beautiful. Because English is not your first language, you bring to your poems a way of thinking, foreign to us who think in English. The Irish language is so beautifully lyrical, and full of descriptive terms, I could listen all day, to the old fluent men here, struggle with the limited vocabulary of English, in a effort to express themselves.
123whisperOPMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaJul 27, 2014
JEANIEMAC;thank you for kind comment I apprecite your given point. I am not of Irish background;English is my second language and while I think in English as foreigner; it's mysterie to me the true meaning of "thinking in English" Thank you
Hello sister Whisper, fantastic poem you have written I so enjoyed the read, awesome, J
123whisperOPMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaJul 27, 2014
Dear Joseph;thank you for very kind comment
123whisperOPMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaJul 27, 2014
Dear Jeaniemac;I appreciate honest comment and your comment made me smile so there is nothing to be sorry for Thank you for making point.I understand; we all have some struggles in expresion and it's important to keep practising
JEANIEMACLETTERKENNY, Donegal IrelandJul 27, 2014
No need for you to practice Whisper. How you express yourself is what makes your poems so beautiful to me.
123whisperOPMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaJul 27, 2014
dear JEAINEMEC;thank you for kind encouraging words
SCatlynBrecon, South Glamorgan, Wales UKSep 16, 2014
This is extremely well done... I just love this. You have such deep, yet relate-able thoughts(as you've so often also shown in your comments), and put them into a wonderful poem....
It's beautiful, WhisperThea and I love it!!!
Lyn
bungallow55Lakeland, Florida USASep 16, 2014
whisper
This one reminds me a Spanish song about a
woman waving bye-bye to her loved one
sailing away, and he never came back.
ImagineLoveVenus, Montana USASep 16, 2014
Whisper don't change your lyrical style it's so unique and, as the comments show, we love your writing! This one was so beautiful!
hi whisper, your poem reminded me of an apartment i used to rent out of an old mansion ... the home had a 'widow's walk.' i remember ascending the spiral staircase leading up to it... the space felt similar to much of what you so poignantly describe and express
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Because English is not your first language,
you bring to your poems a way of thinking, foreign to us who think in English.
The Irish language is so beautifully lyrical, and full of descriptive terms, I could listen all day, to the old fluent men here,
struggle with the limited vocabulary of English, in a effort to express themselves.
Thank you
How you express yourself is what makes your poems so beautiful to me.
It's beautiful, WhisperThea and I love it!!!
Lyn
This one reminds me a Spanish song about a
woman waving bye-bye to her loved one
sailing away, and he never came back.
Much love to you!
Jade
Superb poetry.
Bill
not accepting messages from anyone outside the spiral galaxy?
Lol
Cafe
Rob
your poem reminded me of an apartment i used to rent out of an old mansion ... the home had a 'widow's walk.' i remember ascending the spiral staircase leading up to it... the space felt similar to much of what you so poignantly describe and express