Whispers in the Wind

A Poem By Damaris Ann // 1/2/2019

It eerily whispers in the wind
Moaning quietly to my soul
Telling tales of darkest sin
Spearing me with its barren bones

Deathly pale it’s aura glows
And scatters far its murd’rous wails
With chilling glimpse of fateful woes
Upon my shoulders it details

It cried out as if torn by fright
And I responded with lustrous light
While reaching forth into the night
I calmed it to unending quiet

And now the silence is finally cast
Upon my ears with dewy bliss
And I have hope now, long at last
For a peaceful moonlight trist



I love this! You worded it superbly. I like the way you described the sound too—super unique and poetic and ah. Well done!

Heather Jones | Thu, 01/03/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

Thank you!!

Thank you!!

Damaris Ann | Thu, 01/03/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.