Silent Whispers
silently whispers
stirring
shifting the sands
of our desert plains
forever restless
until we listen.
Then our magic
is unleashed
first with a trickle
a steady small stream
continually growing
until finally
we become
a powerful energy
to be reckoned with
like that of Niagara Falls.
Our Power
now unleashed
pushing us forth
contributing
to ourselves
and for all to see
The Magic
each of us creates
changing us all
Forever!
4 Comments:
This poem should be the title of your anthology with the picture of lips and ears on the cover or a mouth whispering into the ear. A romantic picture.
You are a mature poet.
yea, huh?!
So very well put into words of poetic praise and splendor
simple and yet stunning..
sensually engaging.
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