A Whisper

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Hearing a far, distant whisper

Delicately spoken

Soothing words

 

Speaking in a special voice

Familiar sounding

Decades ago

 

Whispering over and over again

Barely audible

Peacefully said

 

Taking one on a journey

Distant city

Tranquil feeling

 

Listening for the whisper again

Silence now

Returning when?

 

 

 

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Thanks for joining me today. Sit a spell and find something that you like. I enjoy sharing my curiosity through my writing.  Feel free to like, comment, or follow me.

Today’s poetry post goes in a different direction from some of my past poems.  Perhaps you can feel some of the images and thoughts that are hiding in “A Whisper.”

Here are some of the previous posts.  You will find a variety of poems from the past few weeks as well as a two other postings:  a short story about “Rebel and the Red-Neck Bears” and a travel feature about Montana’s “Magic City.”

  • Rebel and the Red-Neck Bears
  • Frozen Morning
  • Guardian of the Range
  • Poet’s Last Wish
  • Visit the “Magic City”
  • Hilltop Hiker
  • Do You Ever Wonder?
  • Nighttime Rain
  • Man-Cave Friends
  • Little Things Become Big Things

Plan to visit the Photo Gallery.  Pictures from the Big Sky Country of Montana and the Buckeye State of Ohio will be posted from time to time.  Unless noted, any photos used on the site have been taken by yours truly (I enjoy sharing some of my photography here).

An Archives tab has been added so that it is easy to find some of my earlier poems.

Frozen Morning

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An elderly woman sits at her kitchen table

Hoping to stay warm today if she is able

An Arctic blast from up North has arrived

Challenging her to survive and stay alive

The inside of the window is covered with ice

Thinking that having some heat would be nice

Her needs are quite simple at this time

Praying the thermostat will begin its climb

She huddles close to a burning candle for its bit of heat

Realizing that she needs another blanket for her feet

She lives alone without any other family close by

Aching, her heart seems ready to quit and cry

Suddenly, there is a knock at her frozen door

Opening it to discover the Lord brings more

A stranger with a fuel truck has finally arrived

Smiling, the woman begins to feel more alive

He fills her empty fuel tank until it’s almost full

Checking her boiler, it is working without a lull

A sense of inadequacy overwhelms the woman to tears

Feeling desperate, her pocketbook is empty she fears

The helpful man simply ignores her worries and leaves

Telling her that a shepherd will take care of her needs

The woman sits stunned and cannot understand to see

Looking down an isolated road that is as empty as can be

Who paid to fill her empty fuel tank?  She has no idea at all

Feeling a tender hug from high above, her Lord makes a call

 

Guardian of the Range

 

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A late spring snowstorm strikes the grassy range

It provides a local rancher with extra work and pain

A newborn calf has lost her way in the heavy snow

She needs to be found soon before the wind blows

A solitary cowboy heads into the storm on his horse

He prepares to locate the stray calf in due course

An oversized winter coat protects from the bitter cold

He pulls down a worn, black hat and looks ready and bold

The horse stands majestic and obeys each command

He and the cowboy will tackle the work hand in hand

The courageous pair rides together into the nasty storm

Both will be tested to find the lonely calf before morn

The snowflakes thankfully cease for a moment or two

Now the cowboy follows the calf’s tracks, totally in view

The stout horse plows through the snow so white

The lost calf may soon be discovered in their sight

The frightened calf huddles near a sheltering Ponderosa pine

She appears weak, cold, exhausted, and running out of time

The cowboy gathers the bawling calf in his brawny arms

He places her on the front of his saddle, away from harm

The threesome struggle to reach a much warmer place

Everyone looks forward to something special to taste

They journey to the ranch as quickly as possible

The loss of a healthy calf is no longer probable

The cowboy dismounts and allows the calf to run free

She hurries to her waiting mother who is pleased to see

Mother and daughter stand together, united at long last

The calf nurses and sucks nourishment amazingly fast

The trusty and faithful horse is now saddle free

He devours extra oats with tasty hay with glee

The range’s guardian has returned home safe and sound

He finds an anxious wife and son, who no longer frown

The family of three feel graciously loved and blessed

The faithful shepherd has returned from a stern test

 

 

 

 

Poet’s Last Wish

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Sitting alone at my trusty writing table once again

Wondering where the creative images have been

Touching the early morning peace and stillness

Writing with inspiring words filled with richness

Creating poetry can be a journey to thrill

Seeking new ideas for a blank sheet to fill

Smiling as my loyal pen walks with haste

Hoping these words provide a rich taste

Dreaming of writing a poem that’s a big hit

Understanding that many will be left adrift

Pausing to think of outstanding poetry awards

Knowing that finishing may be my only reward

Finding more ambition from the morning light

Feeling my mind beginning to take full flight

Adding to a poem line by thoughtful line

Relishing the energy my words will find

Nearing the end of my writing journey, years from now

Looking back at my poetry, and taking a last, final bow

Realizing that long after I have left and been gone

Appreciating others reading my words like a song

 

 

Hilltop Hiker

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Unforgiving winter weather abates with a sunny pause

Hiking on hills and trails will be today’s special cause

The hiker dresses warmly due to the windy, chilly air

Hoping that his stamina will last without any cares

He looks prepared to attack a vigorous hour-long walk

Knowing that later his body might find a way to balk

The wooded trails in their colorless winter hue

Appearing in a much different look and view

A plump, gray squirrel scurries among fallen logs

Searching for a hasty snack to retain and hog

The shadows look friendly and different today

Walking these trails will seem more like play

The hiker’s pace remains steady and brisk

Feeling stronger without taking on a risk 

More travelers arrive at the challenging trails

Experiencing nature’s offering without fail

The journey takes the hiker up the outer route

Seeing barren trees and fallen limbs all about

Nature provides a spiritual place for all to shine

Inspiring anyone who walks this wooded shrine

A young boy’s eyes scan up a very steep hill

Finding a solitary deer brings him a thrill

The pace of the hiker remains steady and true

Tackling the inner trail, he will soon be through

A former homesite greets the hiker’s arrival

Wondering about a family’s long ago survival

The unaccompanied hiker finishes once more

Smiling because his body doesn’t feel too sore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do You Ever Wonder?

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Receiving as a birthday gift a FitBit

Does it really get used or just sit?

Spending millions on endless and repeated television ads

Why do rising drug prices make me feel like I’ve been had?

Eating at a restaurant that advertises a menu of “real good” food

Will someone explain the meaning of “good” to change my mood?

Listening to “Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas” again

Did I see singer Burl Ives slyly wink and grin?

Watching commercials with animals who talk

When is enough really enough before I walk?

Viewing a media event at the President’s home

Would anyone really care if he was left alone? 

Finding my pill box in my small travel bag

Why does a missing pill want to play tag?

Seeing country music stars dressed up for glamour and glitz

Does anyone remember “Hee-Haw” and Roy Clark’s guitar blitz?

Reading a label on the side effects of my new meds

How would I really know about being allergic instead?

Standing below the mistletoe on a freezing winter night

When was the last time anyone was kissed in its sight?

Sitting unused in the corner of the basement

Why did I buy that bicycle for my amazement?

Frustrating advertisements that insult common sense

Do I really need to feel that dimwitted and dense?

Assembling an “easy to build” children’s’ playground

Do the leftover parts mean that my work is sound?