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The Whisper Gallery | Poetry – Random Specific Thoughts
“I talk to God but the sky is empty.”
― Sylvia Plath
Come forth and listen –
To the whispers thriving in the atmosphere.
Take a glance at pain and joy, dancing
On the soft meadow, against clouds
That look like turtles*.
Let anxiety and fear soar; and
Watch closely as
Love and innocence
Are stripped to the bone.
Let your fears
Twirl to the hills’ beats,
And listen to the prayers in the air.
Trudge softly and look
To the relics, etched in forgotten minds
Enslaved by time; and –
Knock softly, I plead
On the doors of perception.
For reality adopts visions
As wills bend for the better.

Step ahead and shout your secrets
Show your heart love
And let your anger free.
‘Tis, life that validates death.
Let your feet sink into the damp mud,
Pause under the willow and lend your ears –
To centuries worth of secrets, flowing unguarded.
Bear witness to a whimsical
Empire flourishing and falling.
Hush, little one and listen
To a raw, vulnerable world and
Realise – I pray you do,
The Whisper Gallery is where
The beauty of pain is glorified,
A home where your tears blossom.
In sweet solitude do we hold you captive
For your secrets, will we shield forevermore.
“Man is not worried by real problems so much as by his imagined anxieties about real problems”
― Epictetus

(Featured image by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash)
* Turtles are frequently depicted in popular culture as easygoing, patient, and wise creatures. Due to their long lifespan, slow movement, sturdiness, and wrinkled appearance, they are an emblem of longevity and stability in many cultures around the world. {Wikipedia}
As unrelated as it may seem, this poem was initially written to depict a whimsical take on heaven but I enjoyed seeing the above poem take form – in a way, I feel like it could pass for a whimsical take on heaven. It’s all about perspective, I suppose; the doors of perception are after all, open to those who knock 😉
Thoughtfully yours,
D
