The Whisper - a poem

The Whisper

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

Inherent the knowledge of my forebears,

the weight of their pained lives

heavy in the recesses of my consciousness.

Their dreams, their hopes for better life,

like a whisper in my mind,

a distant calling, a connection of blood.

I hear their pleas, their mistakes and misgivings,

like a ghostly teacher from the clouds of past.

Their blood surges through my veins,

their thoughts the beginning of mine.

I feel their eyes upon my back, urging me,

supporting me, to carry on their hopes,

their lives to a richer conclusion.

I am indebted to these spectres of my blood,

my ancestry carried forward.

They are my beginnings, my accountability,

for what I achieve gives credence to their being.

Sometimes I study my reflection, and see their faces,

so many, rich and poor, gleeful and despondent,

echoing in my mind, urging me.

I look upon my children and see myself,

my beginnings carried forward.

I will soon become yet another spectre,

part of the flow of blood, a well of ancestral being.

I hope my achievements inspire them to look forward,

but to also hear that whisper of the past,

and acknowledge our beginnings.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks so much Powerpoe1, and welcome aboard. Hope you continue to enjoy my work. Best wishes, Tony

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Powerpoe1 5 years ago

I love poetry....beautiful words of expression. "I am indebted to these spectres of my blood,my ancestry carried forward." Beautiful~

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