Whispers Without Words
Listen, and you will hear
soft whispers without words
in the hush of wings lighter
than the light that shines
through them. Just as light,
their homes of paper
that will never know ink,
nor hold the words
you were not meant to hear.
This poem is my response to Quadrille #148: Papered Poems, the prompt from De Jackson at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use a form of the word paper in a 44-word poem (excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.
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I love this poem! How appropriate to hear you speak it instead of reading it
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😀 Thank you. 😀
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Your poems was so peaceful.
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Fine work, Ken; thanks. soft.
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Thanks, Ron..
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What a powerful recording. You have a measured, steady voice. The words we wish we could capture and the ones we wish we could hear. I love that your quadrille plays with this concept.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Beautiful reading – plus I love the dual use of “light”; and words vs whispers. For me, the take-away: words you were not meant to hear – I might should be grateful rather than anxious when I don’t quite grasp an overheard (overhead – over-my-head) message.
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Thank you. 🙂
These days, sensory overload seems to be the norm. Anything to lighten the load.
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Ken, this is fabulous. I know we’ve talked about paper wasps before. What a great opportunity to write about them, and so well, with today’s prompt word.
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he has nicely knit it, beautiful poem
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Thank you.
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🙂 Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome. It’s a keeper.
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Beautiful, Ken.
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Thank you, Steve.
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So gently beautiful!
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🙂 Thank you.
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Wonderful poem, Ken. I can feel in still mornings when no noises surround.
See it in a Dragonfly Wings.
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam.
I never tire of seeing dragonflies.
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One of nature’s wonders. (K)
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Every single time. Gotta love it — except when they get too close.
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A certain distance is essential.
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Such a lovely gentle poem!
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🙂 Thank you, Lynne.
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Very clever & true, Ken.
-David
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Oooo. These lines are haunting, somehow…
“their homes of paper
that will never know ink”
Love it.
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Thank you.
And thank you for the prompt.
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I will copycat, echo what others have said …. a beautiful poem accompanied by a lovely reading.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Nice work, smoothly done..
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🙂 Thank you.
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Loce that thought… Those nests are amazing
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Thank you.
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Oh my! This is so beautiful, Ken. I love the poem, and also your reading.
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😀 Thank you, Merril. Even as I wrote this I wished that something like dragonflies had inspired it!
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Extraordinarily beautiful yet simplistic in your understanding of nature. 😊
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🙂 Thank you.
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You are most kindly welcome! 😊
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