The Wind Between A Whisper


In a wind’s shift,
came a whispered​ request, thought to be from the heart, to the palm of a hand, that drifted between a breezes unrest.

As repeats,

ran pass unsynced ears,
meant too hear, it’s tandem quests.
Captured by the airy breeze, that interrupted its flow,
changing the distance, and speed
between the words, gave into resistance,
Instead of the awaited glow.
Hardening in mid air,
changing its tone,
it’s delivery,
its promises, too be handled, with care.
Every directed sentiment,
became hostilities indifference,
yelling too explain,
measuring intent,
captured in defense,
questioning the unnecessary abruptness, by an interfering wind’s interruption,
to why
it’s even, there.

By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright © 2017


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