The dead watch me
as I walk down the hall
I hear them whisper
among themselves
mournful, mindful
urgent or ironic
I cannot tell
when I turn
to look
mist gathers
behind my eyes
and they are still, silent,
poised within their frames
waiting…
This is a quadrille (poem composed of forty-four words) for dVerse Poets Pub. De also asked us to include some form of the word “whisper” in our piece.
Ah, a bit of a ghost story there… dignified, yet slightly unsettling.
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Yeah, I’m not sure what’s going on inside my head lately.
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I like the idea of the dead watching us and waiting.
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Oh, my. I can see this. Black and white portraits on the wall…her shadow in the splash of light behind her. The whispering of ancestors. Love this.
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Thank you De.
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Whoaa.. this one is gonna stay with me for sometime… eerily beautiful! ❤️
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Spooky and eerie ending Mary ~ Those whispers or not, can be terrifying at night ~
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This is spooky! The anticipation of the “waiting.”
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I love this! As someone who does a lot of genealogical research, I can truly relate.
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Thanks Teresa!
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This is so cool. I love the idea of those whispers–my mom died in October and she’s still on my case, reminding me of her wisdom!
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Aww, condolences Victoria. Both my parents have been gone for several years, and… well I do have their pictures up.
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Ghosts haunt the halls beyond the frames of time. Yet, the whispers are still there
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Ooh, love that. Slightly creepy, a haunting acknowledgement that we can reach a part of our ancestors through their captured image. Lovely stuff 🙂
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Thanks Lynn!
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My pleasure 🙂
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I do believe the ghosts of our ancestors do watch, wait, and yes, whisper their words of wisdom to us. Love the way your poem brought out this thought. 🙂
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Thank you.
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Strangely enough I didn’t feel scared of the ghostly whispers… maybe I saw Harry Potter.
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Yes, I think it can be comforting as well as eerie…maybe depending on one’s family. I’ve read a lot of HP too. 🙂
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Whispers from another dimension that only a few can hear. Interesting! ❤
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Ta Olga!
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A haunting piece. I like this take on the prompt.
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Ancestors are present in so many ways and for me it is a comfort.
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Great title…so compelling.
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Thanks…I wondered about the title.
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That would feel quite spooky! You’ve created the atmosphere beautifully.
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This poem really came to life for me. I felt like I could see it too. Beautiful imagery!
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Thanks Mike.
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As always. You are more than welcome.
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