Night Whispers
By marandina
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Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/night-whispers-mp3
Night Whispers
Clouds file across stoic skies,
constellations watch aeons pass,
time marked in metaphors
by rancorous, eternal gods.
Moonlit, midnight reflections
on shimmering, blue waters,
hollow echoes, sonorous sound,
ticking clocks in quiet crescendo.
Rain patters on glass panes,
we hold hands, remember,
so many sepia, still frames
that led us to this point.
Shades of light and dark,
hazy recollections of life,
ghosts of times gone by,
silent graveyards in brume.
Surreptitious, stolen whispers,
murmurs drifting on breezes,
memories etched in moments
until a titian sun rises again.
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A joy to read, and a real
A joy to read, and a real treat to hear you reading it for us. '...so many sepia, still frames that led us to this point...' That's a stunning image.
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I liked the raindrops/ticking
I liked the raindrops/ticking clock/flickering sepia film stills, all adding time up when the sun is not there to show its passing. How you make out that the past is dark to us, like the night
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had to look up 'brume' hte
had to look up 'brume' hte poem settles around you.
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memories etched in moments,
memories etched in moments, and snapshot links down one's own life, lifting to a glance at what eternity would look like to a viewer, The titian sun pointing to a hopeful brightness ahead, what's to come? Viivid description of the nightime view and thinking.
But why the 'rancourous eternal gods'? Are they the evil spirits, the engenders of trouble? The one supreme and true God has a good purpose ongoing, though he wait patiently for more to turn to him, and he did 'materialise' in the middle of that sweep of eternity! Rhiannon (I was mulling on your last version when it disappeared!)
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Hi Paul,
Hi Paul,
I wondered what happened to your poem. I'm glad to see it back. You've inspired me to write about a recollection from my teenage years, so many memories I have from that time.
I did like the lines:-
Moonlit, midnight reflections
on shimmering blue waters,
hollow echoes,
sonorous sound,
ticking clocks in quiet crescendo.
As you say those hazy recollections of life, are like ghosts of times gone by. They will remain in our minds as a token of fondness.
Jenny.
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