Whispers

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”Fragments” by: Lee Madgwick

 

And there
the dory rests
askew

partly afloat
partly aground
pressed against the river grass

abandoned now for many years
it’s weather withered
dry rot’s setting in

it is said
he was seen returning
in the settling dusk
of an autumn twilight

that shortly thereafter
the window
on the second floor
under which
the river flows
went dark as pitch

in the years since
no one has ever
come for the dory
no light has ever
pierced that window’s blackness
no sound has ever
disturbed the deep silence
of that broken brick building

only the stir of the wind
is ever heard
rustling the tall tasseled reeds
that crowd the river’s edge

some say
if you listen quietly
it sounds like someone
sadly whispering

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rob kistner © 2022

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18 thoughts on “Whispers”

  1. As, I studied this photo there was a sense of abandonment. Where did the traveler go? Perhaps, all that remains is his ghost and the whispering wind. Well told, leaves me wanting to know more.

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