Her Whispering



Her whispering,
meant to poison,  

will find a way to be heard,
with her infinite capacity to distort
the precise moment of my weakness,
pounding it with her fists full of words
and innuendos
 into an altogether new creation
emitting a pulse of lies
with a sly rhythm I cannot bear
to witness again.

The invisible reality
 is buried in the woods
some distance from her childhood home
and I must kneel in the soft loam
 digging with my bare hands
until I hit the hard
edges of my own truth.


©2013 Wabi Sabi

For Sunday Whirl # 133

For Poets United ‘poetry pantry’

23 thoughts on “Her Whispering

  1. Wow! what a story. And what hard edges will she find? I loved this poem. So full of imagery and emotion and mystery.


  2. Wow… the ending is so strong… we must all kneel down and do some digging from time to time, remember who we truly are.

    Please consider yourself officially invited to participate this year’s 5th Annual Gratitude (word) Quilt. Instructions and a link that explains the origins of the word quilt (it is very simple) can be found at the top of my blog. In past years there have been participants from every continent except for Antarctica. I hope you’ll join us:-)


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