Ann Dow

Rookie - 202 Points (january 24,1967 / westbrook, maine)

Whispers - Poem by Ann Dow

as the day releases her grip on the weighty verdant nature of things..
and as night slowly comes to take her hand there, at dusk- calm cool and waiting -
he so fully expansive dressed in moon light and perfumed with the decadent odor
of the crushed flowers of summer's days...
watching them...I am convulsed by a silent cry-
ancient and a shard of glass once buried so deep-
layers of living intent on dulling it's edges and encouraging my
somnolent amnesia...
a silent scream escapes my soul...
and as he (night) caresses her (day) hand,
beginning the familiar dance of the passage of life,
I search the stars, with whispered tears, and a bruised and
bleeding longing...

Comments about Whispers by Ann Dow

  • Silver Star - 3,389 Points Adeline Foster (8/12/2015 6:36:00 PM)

    Hey, that was something, worth reading. Read mine - Mitigation -
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013

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