Whispers in the wind
My most recent poem, written for St. Vincent and The Grenadines’ Independence Banquet, 2010. (I was to read it but couldn’t attend due to illness).
WHISPERS FROM HOME
Psst…I hear whispers in the wind
echoing through the trees.
I can hear it in the distance,
approaching on a breeze.
As I get even closer,
I could then understand,
they were not just idle chatter,
but whispers from my homeland.
I hear the drums of Chatoyer,
our national hero.
Sending out a cryptic message
to the beat of a calypso.
Ocean sounds assail my ears,
waves lapping at the shore.
The whispers are calling me,
getting louder more and more.
I hear a faint melody,
distant but still clear.
It is the sound of steel pan,
sweet music in the air.
I close my eyes to take it in
but it does not last.
Another whisper in my ear
and I am back in my past.
The early morning rooster,
crowing, cock-a-doodle-doo!
I can hear so plainly,
as if I am there too.
Laughter rides in the wind,
a happy child at play.
It is like music to my ears
until the wind whisks it away.
“Hush”! The wind whispers to me,
in a soft and breezy tone.
“Listen with your heart and mind
to the sounds of home”
The whispers then grow fainter
and I could barely hear.
and with a gust, they were gone,
inaudible to my ear.
you changed your blog, nice looking and stuff btw! Need to read more at home. Loved the things you wrote to Amie on “Daddys” Blog too, very cute!
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