by Sherry Asbury

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September 7, 2006

Wily Whispers

January 03, 2007 10:10 PM EST

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Savage silken whispers

laving lies like butter on toast

Real?

My imagination?

Whispers that tickle my ear

with their suppositions

and manifestations

They hate me

Drive me

Connive

Thrive

Survive

on a bitter dish

of insanity and broken dreams

Whispers

that tell me they are not there

Tags: waking up the muse, thought, poetry, short-form writing

To Groups: originalpoetryaspirants, Poets and Writers, For the Love of Free Verse, Poetic expressions, poetrygroup, Light of Poetry, P O E M Central

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Edward Nudelman Jan 3, 2007, 11:28pm EST

Very nice. "Bitter dis of insanity," Sherry, a compelling metaphor.

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Spencer T. Jan 4, 2007, 10:11am EST

I won't whisper this
give it lots of clout
Wanting all to know
so I am going to shout.

FANTASTIC!

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vijay kumar Jan 4, 2007, 11:29am EST

Captivating poem, Sherry.

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Richard Melendez Jan 5, 2007, 12:07pm EST

Sherry... a poetry of whispers cascading down to a pool of reflection.

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Virginia M. Jan 5, 2007, 7:35pm EST

"Whispers

that tell me they are not there"

Excellent poem, Sherry

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