In A Whisper

Sep 4

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IN A WHISPER

“Entire lives
We’ve spent,”
She breathed

“Doing something.
Not knowing
Quite why.”

And breathed
On and on
Into the silence.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 4, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  2. belasbrightideas | September 6, 2015 at 1:28 am

    I love the breath intermingled with the words. I can hear it and them from this piece.

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  3. the secret keeper | September 7, 2015 at 6:35 am

    ECHOING

    Completing
    Encompassing
    Full exhale

    Repeating
    Thought shadows
    Strangers

    Words
    Sounds
    All fade away

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