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resting on the water's edge
life seems to have drifted
away
all that remains is an empty shell
filled with musical notes
listening with an attentive ear
to the soft whispers from a distant
shore...
singing in a rippling tide
songs from the heart
writing a 44 word poem
incorporating the word
whisper.
at the end we learn to sing songs from the heart. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhispers of love and beauty from that distant shore.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Beautiful! It reminds me of the past when we used to do this when we were kids.. <3
ReplyDeleteThe empty shell is still filled with music.... death can be beautiful
ReplyDelete"all that remains is an empty shell
ReplyDeletefilled with musical notes"
That sounds like plenty to me. As long as there's music, I can be quite happy.
'resting on the water's edge
ReplyDeletelife seems to have drifted
away' - has to be the best reason for going to the beach, Truedessa. I wish I could find a shell on our beach that is big enough to hear a whisper.
Like love, the music lingers on...
ReplyDeleteThe music can sure still be heard, just have to perk up an ear a little more.
ReplyDeleteLove how the shell is all that remains, but even there, there is an echo.
ReplyDeleteLove that sound,, it is a whisper from another shore indeed!
ReplyDeleteSooo dreamy!!❤️
ReplyDeletean empty shell
ReplyDeletefilled with music..
definitely love hunting for shells such as these on the beach anyday..
I like the idea of listening to the sounds one hears in one of those shells to be like hearing the sounds of a distant shore.
ReplyDeleteOh, so beautiful. You took me there.
ReplyDeleteI love listening of what is - music and songs from the heart!
ReplyDeleteI hear the music in this. It is captivating, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteThis feels so wistful, and the phrase "empty shell" with its several meanings is just perfect.
ReplyDeleteYou have a magical way with words! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI'd say this is one of my favorite of yours. Really strong metaphor in that empty shell.
ReplyDeleteI can hear the singing.....
ReplyDeleteSing along, someone might even hear you, or not, which is better?
ReplyDeleteI like seaside whispers
ReplyDeleteSongs from the heart - the best kind!
ReplyDeleteDistant shores, echoes in shells, sea takes away meaning...powerful stuff. Perhaps in the end we are left with our own song of the heart.
ReplyDeleteI love this - all the possibilities, memories, faint yearnings, all those charming whispers... it's very romantic.
ReplyDeleteAh, this makes me so nostalgic because of how the musical notes and soft whispers found in those empty shells open up a whole wide world to a child with an imagination!!
ReplyDeleteI don't want to turn into an empty shell, True.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful and so peaceful...
ReplyDeleteI always feel like I'm drifting away, but I guess part of life is accepting that we don't always have the control we think we do, and those waves are going to take us regardless of how hard we fight against them. Love this poem.
ReplyDeleteTrue
ReplyDeleteAnd a fine job of bringing in the word "whisper.' I just realized, on looking at my old blog on the duck, that you visited me there last June 7 and I just now found it. I don't get over there, much, anymore. See you
at Pat's or Blue's.