...on Poetry and Fiction - Just “One Word” Away ("Whisper"), editorial by Phyllis P. Colucci at Spillwords.com

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Whisper”)

…On Poetry and Fiction

Just “One Word” Away (“Whisper”)

written by: Phyllis P. Colucci

@FictionTarot

 

One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Whisper”.

 

WHISPER

A whisper is a trace of sound. It is a form of communication in an attempt to be quiet and courteous in the company of others. It can also be an attempt at sharing private gossip and mean-spirited rhetoric…Or it may display hints of love and admiration. At times it may be funny and kind, or simply wild and mischievous. Just know that in whatever form a whisper comes to you, or however you choose to speak a whisper, there is always a reason behind its subtle and obscured voice. There is always a message upon its lips. It can be human, it can be spiritual or it can be Nature’s way. Happy or sad – a whisper is the spoken word, incognito.

 

WHISPER

A Whisper is The Secret of the Soul
It reveals itself selectively
Be it new or be it ol’
Rich soft tones of joy and woe –
in love, in hate, it dons a glow
Be it high or be it low

A hint of sound so misunderstood
A dormant murmur within the heart
‘Til the soul decides to speak its peace
as many dare to play a part
Its ego rises from the deep
Smart in thought; foolish in start
Some strong, some frail, at times too weak
It plays its agenda of hide and seek

A Whisper is a friend, sitting by at church
Or the “quiet” in a noble Library
Soft chatter in the seats of a movie theatre
Often times words of bribery
Sly students engaged in classroom banter
With gossip as their goal
Giggles in between each childish Whisper
Where others choose ne’er to troll

Faint traces of its hidden slur, echo all about
In homes and public places;
either Quaint or bearing Clout
A Whisper is the great respect
in a solemn Mausoleum
Or anxiety in a hospital ward
…the rhythm of its being;–of its hearing, of its seeing
Curiosity in The Halls of Justice
Where a Whisper falls to the ground
For fear of someone hearing,
its inappropriate sound

A Whisper is the calming breeze
which speaks to leaves in grandiose trees
With seasonal messages from Mother Nature’s lips
Wrapped in colorful, magical bliss
It lurks within the shadows of the golden Sounds of Silence
Telling tales of peace, or telling tales of violence
It always brings a message through a vague obscured voice
Be it light, be it dark, or be it pure personal choice
Through footsteps rushing past, on a dim lonely street
It will invite all to listen – very clearly, yet discreet
A Whisper can be heard, be it close or from afar
Yet will touch a life with love, or turn it all ajar

Some Whispers are quite kind, and sometimes not so much
So determine wisely, as you listen, to its final touch
Whether sun-kissed days or ebony-laced skies
A Whisper speaks truths, or spews damaging lies

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Happy or sad – a “Whisper” is the spoken word, incognito.

Phyllis P. Colucci

Phyllis P. Colucci

OCTOBER 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am a freelance / indie writer (fiction, poetry, blog), residing in Brooklyn, New York.
I retired from a Supervisory/Admin position with a Federal Law Enforcement agency in NYC, a few years back.
Presently, I am pursuing my passion for writing, and most of my writing has that New York edge.
Phyllis P. Colucci
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