Poetry

Whisper

A poem about lost.

Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash

Faint, quiet
unable to —
identify its
frequency in
a stream sear-
ching for clarity
transparency is
subtle yet secret
like a whisper in
ears of autocrats
peasants and poets
whose tunnel vision
turns into gossip and
secretary kneaded well
enough that dough is a
delicacy, the whispers
rise triumphantly modeled
after an army of yeast.

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This will be one of my last submissions on Medium and apart of ILLUMINATION. Thank you to Dr Mehmet Yildiz, Dr Michael Heng, Rasheed Hooda and so many others who have made this publication so welcoming and inclusive. I am so entirely grateful and appreciative of your help and giving my poems my a platform.