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The Modern Whisper

written by: Welkin Siskin



Oh thou, the fundamental bass,

symphonize my words

At rush of tripping close of day

In the disappearance of sound

And whispers then sway around my lips

tingling me all, afar-

beyond the bounds of common joy!

Darkness runs through darkness

I am kept from scary dread

To be ushered to a wide grin

Fearless to smile, daring to win

the strings of tune

taken form in the invisible

by the murmurs of our lips’ duet!

Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin

Welkin Siskin is a poet, writer and translator who lives in Washington. He is published in several anthologies globally.
Welkin Siskin

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