The Whispering...

Suffering,

but she understood death,

easily driven to violence,

as she held her breath,

the grief, however brief,

for her dead infant son,

was her only true emotion,

her blind passion,

and lack of compassion,

made her forget,

there was no regret,

she started talking to herself,

and wondering if it was

fully developed yet,

the whispering of the kill,

and thoughts like that stood still,

very still,

her son was the topic

of conversation,

and speaking of him

had an odd sensation,

after he was born,

there was nothing to hold,

death was cold,

even though she could feel the heat,

and if God’s son could walk on water,

why couldn’t they meet?

© 2012 Frank Atanacio

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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Chilling to the bone this morning, Frank. You have captured the innermost thoughts that could very well go through one's mind, especially a woman, in the loss of her baby, no doubt. Your words always paint a vivid picture in one's mind. Excellent write. Voted Way Up, not funny of course. God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper


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LaThing 4 years ago from From a World Within, USA

Agree with Faith, chilling, chilling morning! Wow, only a woman can feel this pain! Touching frank..... I love the way you describe the scenes, ....... through a hidden angle! Voting up and awesome!


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Frank this will touches the core of many who have felt the loss of a child and questions that remain so haunting, the whys and ifs...sadly no answer...it just is..left to pick up emotions that are so raw and hurtful. Woman are amazing don't you think...bearing so much and having to carry on...God bless all who have endured such a thing. You have captured the feeling for sure.

Take care

Sunnie


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

Thank you so much Sunnie, LaThing and Faith for your comments.. bless you all :) Frank


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Eiddwen 4 years ago from Wales

I can only second what Sunnie has written Frank and yes you have captured the feelings with your clever use of words. Oh yes questions could be asked every moment of every day but as is often there are no answers.

A brilliant poem Frank and thanks for sharing.

Eddy.


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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

The women's comments here speak volumes more than this man can say. I will second their comments and vote up & awesome.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks Eddy and X-man for your comments and visiting :) Frank


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Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

Frank, while reading the poem, picture of a mother with her dead infant appeared on my mind. I felt terribly sad.


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b. Malin 4 years ago

A very moving Piece Frank. The loss of a child, a life that will not be. My votes of Up and Beautiful go to you.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you VG and b malin for visiting my whispers bless you both :) Frank


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Frank, this is such a sad poem. I could feel your words so clearly.

Voted up and Awesome, great writer that you are, Joyce.


Valleypoet 4 years ago

A very sad poem, everything about the emotional theme of this poem has been very well expressed already by your readers. Extremely well written, as ever. Thank you:-))


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Writer20 and Valleypoet for stopping by Frank :)


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Alastar Packer 4 years ago from North Carolina

This tale strikes very deep, a good one to share so maybe some hubbers unaware of your unique poetic gifts can discover them. There aren't many things stronger than the connection a mother and the child she carries have and not many greater losses than when a babe dies.


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Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

This is chilling and in your usual write I wonder and it sounds as if she could have possibly... even more chilling. You have a way with words....


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dghbrh 4 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

uhhhh truly a very gloomy poem yet it has flowed in such lyrically with much spontaneity, Frank.... thanks for this one. It touched the core of my heart for sure. all votes up (excluding the funny of course) and passing it too. You are brilliant like always.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks so much Alastar and Jackie for visiting my whispering.. good to see you guys.. and thanks and welcome dghbrh for your comment and your visit bless you guys :)


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

So sad and haunting. The worst loss is the loss of a child.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks you gypsy-rose-lee for stopping by :) bless you


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thelyricwriter 4 years ago from West Virginia

WOW FRANK!! This has to be my new favorite. Strong words and feelings, your a pure genious!! Very sad, but powerful writing as always Frank! Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

hey thanks so much thelyricwriter :)


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phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

I can only echo everyone else, haunting, tragic, emotional, gripping, such a very sad loss. You captured it all. Sharing


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thanks for stopping by PHDAST7 and leaving a comment


Vincent Moore 4 years ago

You indeed painted a sorrowful picture as the imagery of a dead baby encompassed my soul. How many woman have lost their newborns this way. So sad and tragically a great loss of life. One wonders where the unborn go? I pray it's to a better place. One would say to be born into poverty, sadness, war torn countries would be better born dead. Yet a mother would disagree. Beautiful scribe my poet, voted up and shared.


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you V.M for the visit and the kind comment about my kill.. bless you...


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AudreyHowitt 4 years ago from California

I think one of the reasons poets are so honored is because they say the things that need to be said but that others have difficulty saying--I think you have done that here--so I can echo what everyone else has said---a particularly gripping write Frank---


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you so much Audrey..:) bless you


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LadyFiddler 4 years ago from Somewhere in the West

What an exceptional poem!!! very nice indeed ;) i enjoyed this hub

Blessings


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you for stopping by Ladyfiddler bless you :)


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Moms-Secret 4 years ago from Central Florida

Absolutely right! Understanding death does not make grief easier and does not allow her to find logic. Awesome!


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton Author

thank you sweetie... moms always good to see you

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