29 July, 2017

Whispers

Stillness,
silent observations,
fills my uncluttered space.

Awaken,
to a voice in the wind,
focused on the correct words.

My muse reveals-

Whispers,
on the blank page,
remind me of a sculpture hidden in marble.

I write.




© right now, Denise A White    writing poems • silence poems • spiritual poems

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