- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Whispers at Two Lights
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On this misted afternoon,
rain is hidden in the sand…
the alabaster house is silent,
lifeless shadows haunting in the fog…
sea creatures stretch out their arms,
drifting, strengthened by the tide.
In this trinity of voicelessness,
I fear my name is being whispered.
- COMMENTS
BooMerengueover 19 years agopssttt... your name IS being whispered! Don't you know? From the sea we emerge, and from the sea we are reborn! I think you know that. I truly love this... Thank you very much.
Liarover 19 years agoThis poem is mentioned in the New Poems thread on the forum.
flyguy69over 19 years agoThe trinity of sand, fog and tide said "netherworld" to me. This isn't about getting a hard on at the beach is it?
annaswirlsover 19 years agoLonely? I thought it was death whispering....
for who the alabaster tolls.....
a very misty poem.
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoit does indeed recast the others in a new light / very interesting read / tath his this right on / after seeing the last 2 lines, one more complete reading is a must/
