Whispers In the Heart

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What do you say when there’s nothing left to say

And not much left of yesterday

There never was an ax to grind

Only temporary things that blind

They only had the power we allowed

To do with then, not the here and now

Yet behind the smoke, even then

I continued to see my friend

Perhaps that was the truth that mattered most

But it too has fled like a faded ghost

That will haunt my heart evermore

With only whispers of the life it brought before

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Ericdierker 10 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

Really cool, I like it. thanks


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whonunuwho 10 months ago from United States

Poignant and heartfelt my friend. Well written. whonu


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thanks, Eric!


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thank you, whonu. Much appreciated!


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manatita44 10 months ago from london

Exquisitely beautiful!


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Faith Reaper 10 months ago from southern USA

Dearest Shan,

You always astound me with your gift of poetry, for reading your words always give the heart a little pang.

Love your photo too!

Hugs and peace always


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ahorseback 10 months ago

Shannie ! Awesome , how many times have I thought , if only we could make someone really hear our heart whispering . My gosh girl this is amazing writing ! Hugs


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always exploring 10 months ago from Southern Illinois

This is beautiful! The picture you selected for this awesome poem is perfect.


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thanks so much, manatita.


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FlourishAnyway 10 months ago from USA

A heartbreaking sad poem.


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

It's always sad when people push each other away, Flourish. So unnecessary. We do what we do when we do it and reasons may seem valid at the time, but those temporary reasons often permanently separate. That's a sort of saddness that lingers every time someone crosses the mind that was once close. Permanent solutions to temporary problems. Everything else is lost too. The saddest thing, though, is that if the problems are left in the past, there's no real reason to stay apart. Yet people go forward and move on assuming people should remain in the past as if the actual problem was the person.

But then again, what do I know? I'm rambling. Sometimes, I guess, the person is the problem and there is an axe to grind, so to speak. At any rate, life is just like that sometimes.


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Well, I used the HP comment section to reply and it seems to have lost the reply to you, Faith, Always, and Ed. So sorry. I didn't overlook you.

Faith, those whispers often do give the heart a little pang. Thank you so much for your kind words about my poetry.

Ed, happy to see you as always. Thank you. I've found that it likely would not matter even if the whispers could be heard.

Thanks, Ruth. I liked another picture better, but it didn't have creative commons rights so I couldn't use it. This picture is rather haunting, though, isn't it?


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Jodah 10 months ago from Queensland Australia

Shanmarie, lovely poem and rhyme scheme. I like the lines

"They only had the power we allowed

To do with then, not the here and now"

Well done.


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thanks, Jodah. How often do we let things that seem so big at the time over shadow the things that really matter? Those shadows don't last forever. In my opinion, the shadows are the things to let go of. IN the process, we tend to let go of the things we think are casting the shadows, but it's often another issue casting the shadows instead. Yet we do not go back for the value lost that would otherwise still have potential to be in the here and now, unlike the temporary shadows.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Wonderful poetry, great rhythm.


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thank you, Rasma. Sometimes I try for rhythm on purpose, but usually it just comes naturally. This is one that came to me without much effort. Glad you like it. :)


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lawrence01 10 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

Enjoyed the poetry


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thank you, lawrence.


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shprd74 10 months ago from Bangalore

what a beautiful emotional poem.

people in the name of societies preconceived notion of its ills,

act against their own will,

further making living a living hell,

for all.

- Hari


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shanmarie 10 months ago from Texas Author

Thank you, Hari. Your comment caused me to think some. Yes, I think when we act against our own will it often does complicate things even more.

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