In the Stillness I Hear It…
In the stillness I hear it,
The breath of a whisper,
The faintest of cries,
The Voice of the One
Who is there.
In the chaos I feel it,
The touch of a finger,
The softest of strokes,
The Hand of the One
Who is there.
In the Darkness I see it,
The Light at the End,
The brightest of suns,
The Smile of the One
Who is there.
Lovely whispering poem! With each verse I wanted to bring your description of the one who is ‘there’ to be the one who is ‘here’. This poem made me ‘reach’ – really, really nice!
December 2, 2011 at 1:25 pm
Haha, thank you! And I know the feeling! But I couldn’t bring myself to say “here” because then it loses the “stretch,” as you put it.
I’m glad you liked it! ^_^
December 2, 2011 at 1:29 pm
It was a poetic tease!! :-D
December 2, 2011 at 1:31 pm
Ha! I hadn’t thought of it that way, but you’re absolutely right! xD
December 2, 2011 at 2:11 pm
Very nice! Simple, clean, evocative. Good job, sirrah!
December 2, 2011 at 3:41 pm
Indeed, good sir! Thank you very much. ;P
December 2, 2011 at 3:53 pm
I like the possiblities this poem provides. It could be about so many things. It leaves interpretation to the reader and fills their needs.
Another wonderful poem.
December 3, 2011 at 2:11 am
Thank you, Miss D! And I agree with your assessment. I believe that open interpretation can be a powerful tool when writing poetry, because, like you said, it fills the needs of the diverse reader.
And sometimes I just like ambiguity. ;P
December 3, 2011 at 2:14 am
Love the middle stanza the best. It just brings such peace.
December 3, 2011 at 2:25 am
Glad to hear it “touched” you so.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. :P
Seriously, though, I’m glad you found it peaceful. :)
December 3, 2011 at 10:18 am
I will say it once more… you are blessed to know.
this is beautiful
December 8, 2011 at 12:49 pm
Thank you, Enreal! Your words touch me. :)
December 8, 2011 at 12:54 pm
Though now I must ask:
Do you not know? I’m not meaning to pry, but I find myself saddened by your comment. It’s almost as if you wished you knew, but the knowledge alludes you.
If I’m totally off base of crossing a line, my apologies, but I can’t help but ask.
December 8, 2011 at 12:57 pm
I knew once and that memory is still inside me… it is beautiful and it is cherished… I simply chose to walk off that path. One day I will find it again, for now simply cherish your knowledge, for not all possess it and it is the greatest gift, aside from Life itself
December 8, 2011 at 1:06 pm
If I could, I would hug you, Enreal.
I hope that one day is soon. :)
December 8, 2011 at 1:12 pm