Whisperings

Random thoughts, random memories, suddenly emerge from my past to tickle my mind and inspire me to create this poem.





Whisperings  -  30 Sep 13

An old memory
Called forth by
Chance sightings
Of an image
…
A name
…
A whispering
In the wind
Of words carried
Over the years
…
A place
…
Only remembered
In a chance thought
May not even be real
Any longer





The people and places alluded to in this poem, were essentially forgotten things from when I was about 17 years old and, as I said, may not even exist now.