Sunday, August 2, 2015

Off Shore--By Annie Jenkin--England

Off Shore

Sea bird
traversing waves
glides on outstretched wings
head dips, briefly, to pluck a feast
of fish

Annie Jenkin lives in Plymouth, England. Having not written poetry for many years, Annie has returned to poetry writing with enthusiasm. Her writing explores several subject areas that are insightful, humorous but can also be sensitive.

A White Horseman--By John Daleiden--United States

A White Horseman

Will it end, this summer heat,
oppressive siege like your absence?
No letter from you today—
nor did it rain—unbearable.
Earth and I thirst for your presence—
fill my garden with new blooms.

Twenty-three days with no word;
the earth cracks, the grass turns brown.
Last night thunder in the skies
returned with clouds, but no rain.
In my dreams you ride a white horse;
you wear black and do not speak.

Autumn winds relieve the drought;
a letter commends your acts.
Your bravery saved many lives;
your funeral complete with taps.
Quiet tears fill each of my nights
grieving victims of all wars.

John Daleiden is retired from 43 years of teaching Language Arts in Iowa Public Schools. He now lives in Phoenix, Arizona. He currently serves on the Editorial Board and Submissions Manager of Four Chambers: The Heart of Literature in Phoenix, Arizona  ( From 2006-2012, he was an editor and webmaster of Sketchbook: A Journal for Eastern and Western Short Forms.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Poetry--By Ramesh Anand--India

mouth open …
the dentist checks
for my payment mode

working from home ...
my child asks if she can
study from home

holidays end
the factory girls’ yield
of gossip

Ramesh Anand is a engineer from Bangalore, India. He works for Philips healthcare as a manufacturing test strategist. His haiku, tanka and haiga have appeared in 15 countries and translated to 8 foreign languages. He released his first book of haiku poetry in 2012 called Newborn Smiles, published by Cyberwit. Akita Sakigake Shimpo President Award, Honorable mention in International Matsuo Bashō Award, Dr. Sandeep Chauhan Commendable Prize by RLP Award 2013 are his latest awards. He is a member of IN haiku group and blogs at

Delicate--By Rick Parise--United States


Each delicate thought
untouched and untamed
flickering a light
of beauty ingrained

For in a moment
minuet and unstained
reflects a great love
where memories remain

Each delicate thought
behold the new day
forever shall stay

of crimson...of rose...of fire...of love...

Rick Parise, known as “A Pondering Poet”, is from the beautiful land of Salem, Oregon.  The main focus of his poetry is to take the reader to a meaningful, personal time in their lives, to a place where spirit's are touched and memories unwind. He hopes you enjoy his work. To Contact Rick please email him at



            Caryl Calsyn--United States
            Alba Hernández Abrego--Costa Rica
            Linda Thurmond --United States
            Sandra Canfield--United States
            Christine Wichman--United States
            Scott Thomas Outlar--United States
            Allison Grayhurst--Canada
            Wale Owoade--Nigeria
            Emile Pinet--Canada

Please welcome them to our community.  We now have representatives from the following countries--Australia, Botswana, Canada, Canary Islands, Costa Rica, England, France, Germany, India, Ireland, Israel, Malawi, Malta, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nigeria, Pakistan, Philippines, Portugal, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Singapore, Tunisia, Turkey, U.A.E., United Kingdom, United States and Wales.  I look forward to expanding this list in the future. Thank you to everyone that has supported Whispers in any way.                                                                            -Sincerely,  Karen

We have a world wide audience. If you are currently reading Whispers, please consider submitting a poem for consideration. You may contact Karen at for guidelines. Thank you.

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Russell Sivey has published a poetry book called Halloween Horrors II. This book can be purchased at, search Halloween Horrors II. Please be sure you select the Halloween Horrors II as that one is the correct book.

Robert P. Hansen's forthcoming novel Angst (Book 4 of the Angus the Mage fantasy series) will become available in June or early July. In anticipation of this event, he has made the first book of the series free as an eBook through several retailers. For more on this and his other books, visit his blog at:

Jack Horne announces the release of his second novel, Cyber Vamps: a paranormal-fantasy romance. This book is currently available from, price $3.99

John W. (Bill) Williams published a science fiction book that he also illustrated called The Dream Hill.  To order copies from Xlibris Company call 1-888-795-4274 or go to  The website provides sample pages of the book for interested readers.

Paul Callus published his first ebook of poetry called Meander in December 2014. It is a collection of 86 poems and songs which should appeal to those who read poetry for pleasure and relaxation. It is available at Amazon.

Pijush Kanti Deb released a poetry collection, Beneath the Shadow of a White Pigeon,
published by The Hollow Publishing. More information about the book is available at,

Marianne Szlyk has released a new chapbook, Listening to Electric Cambodia Looking Up at Trees at Heaven, through Kind of a Hurricane Press' Barometric Pressures Authors Series. You may download the chapbook for free at this site: Thank you.

Celine Rose Mariotti has a new mystery/detective book called Minister’s Shoes in which Rev. Castle helps Sada Sampson find her husband and he also proves that Trevor is innocent of killing Cartwright. The story involves casino deals, infidelity, gambling and some big town gossips who are knee deep in the casino deals.  Price of book is: $11.00. If you live in CT, sales tax is 6.35 so price would be $11.70.  Postage is $2.70.  You can order from Amazon or you can order from me:

Maureen Sudlow has a poetry book, Antipodes, was released in early December. More information available on her website

Lisa DeVinney has a website for her devotional poetry called Lifting My Eyes, at

Karen O’Leary released Whispers, her first book of poetry in 2011, published by APF Publisher. It has been getting good reviews and is available at online at (Search Whispers under Karen O'Leary) or contact Karen at


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Maurice J. Reynolds would like to announce that To God be the Glory! Publications and Creative Inspirations are undergoing some new and exciting changes. At this time, Creative Inspirations is accepting poetry submissions. For more information and guidelines, go to:, or write to: To God be the Glory Publications, Attn: Creative Inspirations Guidelines, P.O. Box 19051, Kalamazoo, MI 49019.

ayaz daryl nielsen's print publication bear creek haiku is always open for postal submissions, mail poetry to bear creek haiku, po box 3787, boulder, co, 80307, USA, 11 lines and less, include SASE. Can be contacted at, blog site is

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Friday, July 31, 2015

Submission Guidelines

Thank you for considering Whispers for a place to share your writing.  The guidelines follow:

1.  Submissions of unpublished and previously published work are acceptable.  Please do not send quotes from others unless they are in the context of the piece submitted and that the original author is given credit.  It is up to the author to obtain permission if needed for reprints.  By submitting to Whispers, the writer is assuring that the work is his or her own.  Whispers reserves the right to delete any work that has been copied from another writer without credit or authorization.

2.  Send one of the three following:

    ---1 poem 20 lines or less

    ---up to 5 haiku/senryu (please make sure to clearly identify that separate poems are being submitted)

    ---up to 3 tanka (see above)

    ---for people that are not poets, 1 short paragraph of encouragement will be considered

Writers are eligible for publication every other month.

3.  You may include a bio of 4-5 lines written in third person style.  See “Living Wings” published January 15, 2013 for an example.  A bio is not necessary for publication.

4.  No profanity, erotica, violence or other derogatory writing will be accepted.

5.  Whispers reserves the right to select poetry based on the goal stated at the end of the guidelines.

6.  Spiritual poetry is welcomed but the editor would like to have a variety of pieces that will uplift and inspire readers.  Humor is appreciated.

7.  Children’s poetry is appreciated.  Parent permission is required.  Please email before sending.

8.  Poetry will be published along the left margin for consistency.  Please keep that in mind when submitting.

9.  Preferred method of submission is to send poetry as a works document or in the body of an email with your name and country.  Please email your submission to Karen O’Leary at  If you would rather submit by snail mail, please email Karen for her address.  You may email her with any questions you may have.

10.  I hope you also participate by commenting on others’ writing. 

In this challenging time for many, it is the hope that Whispers will connect people in a way that is supportive, encouraging and inspiring to others.  Thank you for considering being a part of this community.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Editor's Thoughts--Contributor Tribute--A Writer's Wings

Dear Friends,

I would like to dedicated this monthly column to our talented contributors.  Not only have I been privileged to publish creative pieces from different views, I feel blessed to be working with so many wonderful people.  Many of you are lights in the writing community at large.  As kind and caring people, our contributors share their knowledge and experience to insure poetry will live on in generations to come.

Many of our writers have volunteered to host activities that give readers something new to try and help our community grow.  Others share collaborative poems that people really enjoy.  I appreciate all the encouraging comments people leave for other writers.  These are special gifts I am truly grateful for.

A Writer’s Wings

Creativity whispers
in the wind.
Sometimes it blows
in gusts.
Sometimes it trickles
like sprinkling rain.
Sometimes it dries
up for a season.
Then, it whispers
once again.

Thank you, contributors, for spreading your wings to bring joy in so many ways.  May your words keep whispering here and in other venues.  Best wishes to all of you.


Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor

Sweat and Its Fruits--By Andrew Ntchindi Jere--Malawi

Sweat and Its Fruits

Fruits, to be loosened in coming times’ light
on the knot of future strings so bright.
Eyed from hope’s view sight.

My sweat drops in the field
knowing sweetness comes in return as a yield
at the edge of a fruit cycle shield.

I sweat with failure thoughts pinned down
the entire journey to my dreamed for orchard town,
letting me throw my worries off-board to drown.

My hands shave off flowing seas from my face
to a lower place
on which my feet ride this sweat-full fruits race.

Sweat, a sour pure portion for success.
Fruits, a veneer for sweat produced in the process,
makes up for the pain (with sweetness in excess).

A flower on my nostrils – scenting,
its sweet smell keeps me going
that I will reap from my present sowing.

Andrew Ntchindi Jere is a youthful Malawian poet. His poems have been extensively published in his country’s leading local newspapers, magazines and online publications. His poem, “The Charcoal Maker” was nominated in the 2013 Wisdom Dede Kamkondo Poetry Competition; the most prestigious Malawian poetry competition. He is a second year student at Mzuzu University, Malawi. He believes that God is his source of creativity.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The Traveler--By Janet Vick--United States

The Traveler

Sorrow sparks,
settles in fears
thickened pain...
Weary tendrils,
dark flicker
curled, restless beast,
the traveler without trust.

Janet lives in rural Suffolk, Virginia with her husband, Randy. She loves the fresh air and space of country living. She works as a Registered Nurse in surgery. She is a mother of one and grandmother of two.

The Glass Sea--By David Williams--England

The Glass Sea

The tide stroked at my toes.
It reminded me how… gentle
Your touch used to be.

A gilded sun enveloped the glass sea,
Glistening; the way your
Eyes lit a darkened room.


Semi-translucent images
Come and go on a waning tide
Ebbing as only life itself can
To remind me that tomorrow
There will be no kiss…

David Williams was born in England and has resided there all of his life. He started writing poetry at the tender age of 14. He was encouraged to enter a local school poetry contest and went on to win it. In later life, he joined many local poetry groups and writers circles, eventually becoming chairman. He has had 9 poetry books published and is collating material for two more books which will hopefully be out later this year. He holds workshops to help and encourage writers to understand the many different forms of poetry. He has won many contests and is also a recognised poetry judge.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Summer Silence--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

Summer Silence

a morning Dove adds to the
awe of clouds accented with
radiant hues of a rainbow; sort of
a lazy day after the soft rain, this
perfect evening of summer where
noise and disarray are in the
bottomless pit of “not today, this
is a wonderful time for meditation,
reflection, and the silence of summer.”

Maurice J. Reynolds is a freelance writer who has had material published in various publications.  He is the owner of To God be the Glory! Publications, a literary ministry that produces the poetry publication Creative Inspirations.  More information can be found at:

Just the Bear Facts Ma'am--By Charlene McCutcheon--United States

Just the Bear Facts Ma'am

Don't tell me he knelt on a pad on his knees,
and with wax, polished your laminate floors?
Golly, it sure is nice to have such a caring man
who enjoys helping his wife with all her chores.

Hon, you better hang on to this incredibly man.
Not many like him left or in this world around.
'Course I might be just a little prejudice 'cause
he's my dear brother; best in the west I've found.

Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Back to the Days of Creation--By Lanette Kissel--United States

Back to the Days of Creation

I wish I could go back to the days of creation,
when there was nothing but the black void of night.
God desired something that would shine through the darkness.
Then God spoke the command, “Let there be light.”

I wish I could go back to the days of creation,
when God formulated a plan for the birth
of the creatures to dwell in the land and sea,
the variety of species that would populate His earth.

I wish I could go back to the days of creation,
when God was conceiving and forming His plan,
when He desired a likeness in His own image.
Then He formed and created the first man.

I wish I could go back to the days of creation,
back to a much simpler day and time,
when man walked with God in a garden
and peace and harmony reigned sublime.

Lanette Kissel lives in southern Indiana with her adopted Yorkie-Poo, Benjy. She enjoys writing Inspirational poetry, essays, articles, and some secular fiction. Her work has been published in small print publications and in online magazines. Some of her fiction has been published as e-books at Red Rose Publishing.

Children’s Books--By Raamesh Gowri Raghavan--India

Children’s Books

I'll stick to reading children's books.
I've made forays into adulthood:
all it seem to have
is the acrid smell of burning dreams.

...there are no fairies in the world of adults,
though plenty of witches;
no redemption, merely a grave;
love is so full of conditions
it doesn't seem like
happily ever after.
Puppies grow up you know,
And teddy bears wear out.
The books have no pictures
- or they do: terrible word-pictures
of the fallacy of human existence

I'll stick to children's books.

Raamesh Gowri Raghavan moonlights as an award-winning copywriter by day and daylights as an award-wanting poet by night. He thinks he is funny, but his friends vehemently disagree.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Haiku--By Carolyn Noah Graetz--United States

cotton ginning time
my hometown
one flurry, then another

sky in the boondocks
the moon
the stars

dinner on the ground
prayer over
gnats fly in

Carolyn Noah Graetz was born in a small country community of
Blackmonton in Carroll County, Mississippi. She graduated from the Vaiden High School in that county in 1956. In the fall of that year she entered the Touro Infirmary School of Nursing in New Orleans. A few years later she attended and graduated from the school of nurse anesthesia at the Charity Hospital in New Orleans. She has been married for 50 years to Dr. Roger Graetz, and they have two children and four grandchildren who were born on three different continents.

In The Quiet of the Night--By Lisa DeVinney--United States

In The Quiet of the Night

I’m listening in the quiet of the night;
As leaves are rustling softly in the wind.
I strain to hear the voice of my Beloved,
For I have fixed my heart on only Him.

I wait, but my Beloved has not come.
I must remain awake, to hear His call.
His voice is sometimes softer than a whisper.
If I should sleep, I won’t hear Him at all.

There…I hear Him now. His voice like music
Gently lulls my anxious heart to sleep;
Whispering that He’ll stay with me forever.
And as I dream, my heart He’ll safely keep.

Oh, my Beloved, stay with me tonight.
And wake me gently with the morning light.

Lisa DeVinney is a homemaker and mother of six in upstate New York. She enjoys photography and writing devotional poetry in her spare time. Lisa is the author of several books, including a devotional entitled I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes. She also maintains her own website at

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Haiku--By Archana Kapoor Nagpal--India

between the thunderclaps my baby's first cry

under the waves
remains of my sandcastle ...
ancestral home

farewell ...
falling with the rain
the cockatoo's nest

first light ...
on the tinkle of bells
chanting 'om'

Archana Kapoor Nagpal is an internationally published author of 6 books so far, and her winning stories are now part of international anthologies. She writes inspirational content for corporate newsletters, websites, blogs and print publications. Her inspirational poems touch every area of a person's life. She enjoys writing Haiku and Tanka as well. Visit her Amazon Author Profile to know more about her.

Beyond My Nights--By Dan Tharp--United States

Beyond My Nights

The smallness of the sparrow flitting...
upon the fence where it is sitting –
      is as me upon the fence I sit.

And, so I flinch to see such sights,
those visions of my days and nights...
      and I am torn upon this since I’ve lit.

To my right there lies the sun
and to the day will I succumb
      or shall I spread my wings in darkened flight?

To my left there lies the moon
adorned in her melodious tune...
      while I am torn between what’s wrong and right.

And yet I see, if I have flown
upon the dark winds having blown
      across the land to light on distant shores...

the sun will find me resting there;
the wind shall hear my every prayer
      and I will find my days beyond my nights!

Dan Tharp is the author of four books of poetry, 3 of which are in chapbook form... Side by Side, Yielding Desire to Fate, A Season Made for Wondering and A Rose in the Briar Patch. Dan resides in Southern California.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Kindness Doesn’t Cost A Thing--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Kindness Doesn’t Cost A Thing

From a beggar to the President,
it is not about what you've got.
When God assigns you a value,
being wealthy won't mean a lot.

Your true self is all that matters,
when your soul is judged in the end.
And you have no better resume,
than a lifetime shared with a friend.

You may not be rich or famous,
but some things in life are still free.
Hope doesn’t come with a price tag,
and there's no cost for air or sea.

There are so many priceless things,
like freedom and a setting sun.
There's nothing more precious than love,
or the joy of just having fun.

You cannot buy a warm spring breeze,
or pay a nightingale to sing.
Pity’s rightly given away,
and kindness doesn’t cost a thing.

Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35.   The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.

Eyes of Mother Nature--By Suzanne Delaney--United States

Eyes of Mother Nature

Not just the sky itself they are every ocean and stream
Windows of beauty fringed in verdant shades of green.

Look deeply, in there, for rainbows, flowers and rain
Not a trace of sadness shows for things that cause her pain.

Content within her powers of evergreen renewal
Her eyes so often soft are secret, mystic jewels.

Resplendent, they reflect bright fires of sunset hues
So much she gives us, yet we never pay the dues.

These eyes- so beautiful, we her children fill with hurt
Beware, the day will come, her precious gaze she will avert.

Suzanne Delaney is a retired Registered Nurse. A resident of Hawaii, USA she was born in Tasmania. She now has time to pursue her passion for writing poetry, creating collages and for traveling.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Tanka--By ayaz daryl nielsen--United States

this tenderness
scampers on
ahead of me
your door opens
before I arrive

ayaz daryl nielsen, x-roughneck (as on oil rigs)/hospice nurse, editor of bear creek haiku (26+ years/127+ issues), homes for poems include Lilliput Review, SCIFAIKUEST, New Verse News, Shamrock, Kind of a Hurricane, and! online at: bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info

Dogs & Cats--By d. n. simmers--Canada

Dogs & Cats

        " Seeing, seeing on the dead leaves
            flying, plunging and expire."
                            Allen Tate 

She smiles while at the pet store. She smiles and waits.
It is a sad smile just the same. I am here to get some
kitty litter and she is after dog treats.
I see here at the mall, days later, sitting by herself.
Munching on a half sandwich while I sit four stalls
away with a bowl of soup.
What makes the dog in her like the cat in me ?
Is there smoke in the air?
Her smile is so close to the earth.
I don't know here. I did not date her as a child. Nor
did our children play sports together.
She does not have a ring nor do I.
I remember the last time I came back from a flight.
I was a kid then and maybe she was waiting for her parents.
Someone in the bunch as we got off our plane.
My cat has moved away. She left awhile ago.
I do not go to the same pet store now.
I have moved on. Maybe I will go back to
where I was. Someday.

d. n. simmers is an on line editor with Fine Lines. He is in will be in Poetry Salzburg Review, the Storyteller, Iconoclast, Plainsongs, California Quarterly, Poets Touchstone, Bluestem, and  Nomad's Choir. He is on line in, red river review, new american digital, storyacious, and word press. He is in an newly launched anthology Royal City Poets ( 4) and was in Van Gogh's Ear, Paris France.

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Wale Owoade--Nigeria and Laura M. Kaminski--United States

After a Generation

By Wale Owoade and Laura M. Kaminski

After a generation of listening
to wind tapping out its words
in softened Morse upon leaves,
this tree is ready, trained
sufficiently in silence, practiced.

After a generation of listening
to silence that doesn’t flinch
to fading lyrics of furnace ghosts,
this street is cold, washed
the way gone bodies are.

After a generation of fading heat
this cold street still listens,
waits for the first of the wilderness
to return, the first refugee reclaimed
the voice of the first bird.

After a generation of fading calls
the first bird returned to the tree
rhythms recalled the lyrics of a blue song
the ghosts forgot to hug friends
the first bird preached a dream.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree--By Robert Lindley--United States

Shining Fruits From A Solid Tree

As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree

The clouds parting early each dawn
sunshine on flowers on the lawn
Looking closer I am content to see
smooth waves upon my family sea

Whenever this life sends some bad
I reflect on blessings I've had
Bow my head and settle in to pray
good Lord, thank you for every day

As my time for leaving comes near
I stand in faith not abject fear
Seeing my family in heaven my goal
praying God's mercy on every soul

As I rest on this high mountaintop
blessings come, they never stop
All my family are blessings to me
shining fruits from a solid tree

Robert Lindley is poet from the Southern USA. He has been writing poetry since 1969. Robert writes with the intent to offer others words to enjoy and with high hopes he may inspire and brighten lives in some way.

Communication--By David Austin--United States


He spoke so softly, so lovingly,
Words that caught a summer morning’s breeze
And they flew about the sleepy town
Gathering aroma, color and body
From the various flowers
And from the various trees

Oh there were garden flowers and wild flowers
Oh yes, but there were unruly green weeds.
There grew the sturdy oak, the weeping willow,
But there were sick trees with rotting fruit had
                  lately gone to seed

Well, the caring breeze swept right along,
But was cruelly changed by negative flow,
And words of honey began to sour
In blazing sun and rooster crow

Thus was born a tale old as Babel,
A semantic puzzle don’t you see
All ain’t sweetness, loving, lightsome.
Careless mouths don’t blend together
Through human fault and fickle weather

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Silver-Eye--By Maureen Sudlow--New Zealand


a soft sound
as small grey feathers
from darting flight
to darkness

I hold in my hands
the remnants
of a song

Maureen and her husband Rod live in Dargaville in the Kaipara (New Zealand). Maureen has had poetry published both on-line and in magazines such as A Fine Line, and has recently published her first poetry collection Antipodes. She has a Diploma in Creative Writing from Whitireia, and was short-listed for the 2012 Joy Cowley Award for her children’s picture book Fearless Fred and the Dragon.

Mayday--By Kelley White--United States


The rules we keep
for newborn sheep
are difficult to fathom:
they have to stay
behind the gate.
I want to take a lamb home.

Pediatrician Kelley White worked in inner city Philadelphia and now works in rural New Hampshire. Her poems have appeared in journals including Exquisite Corpse, Rattle and JAMA. Her most recent books are Toxic Environment (Boston Poet Press) and Two Birds in Flame (Beech River Books.) She received a 2008 Pennsylvania Council on the Arts grant.

Monday, July 20, 2015


This month’s activity features writers’ connection with nature, something that is innate in most writers.  Thank you to Sandra Stefanowich, July’s Activity Editor, for developing this idea and compiling the wonderful poems below.  We open with her poem, “World of beauty - in a universal voice we revelled in the gifts of nature.”  In sharing our gifts, we open the world to a greater beauty.  Thank you to all the contributors of this creative column.
                                            --Karen O’Leary, Whispers’ Editor

Mountain Fog

A soundless night of winter's chill.

By Barbara Tate


Rainbow of hope - spanning the river, east to west and west to east.

By Anne Curran


Susurrus playing in my mind stories of the wind.

by Yesha Shah


One ragged leaf clings to the bough.

By Joan McNerney

Vivid Spectrum

Volcanic eruption spews forth wall of molten ash towards village below.

By Beth Winchcombe

Blistering Heat Wave

Zen master contemplating the sweat on his brow.

By Robert P. Hansen

Picnics With Children

Laughter and games in wildflower meadows, what beautiful days.

By Annie Jenkin

A Cry in the Woods

The owl stretches her great wings.

By Kelley White

Beach Poem

Starfish lie there waiting to be picked up.

By David Fox

Weeping Willow

Wrapped in another widow's rain.

By Karen O’Leary

A Haunting Thunderstorm

Bones crack - fractured skeletons light up the night.

By Sandra Sefanowich

Memorial Day at Mt. Calvary

In time, vines grow over tree stumps, and new trees sprout.

By Marianne Szlyk

It Takes Two

An "I" implies a "Not-I."

By Ron Larson

The Bare Tree

Ashen moon; the last song of the mistle thrush.

By Ralph Stott

A Spoonful of Sugar

Fog, filling the mountain hollow, glistens like snow cream in a chiseled bowl.

By Elizabeth Howard


Silvery moon reflects upon still waters that soothe the soul.

By Phyllis Babcock

The Heavens

The stars faint, then gradually bright and immaculate against the black night.

By Shirley Smothers

Misty Moor

Miles of lonely greyness makes the walker a philosopher.

By Jack Horne

A Summer's Drenching Rain

A yellow swallowtail butterfly clings to tiger lily's blossom

By Sara Kendrick


Sun rays reflecting on a rain soaked cliff face produce a dazzling, sparkling necklace.

By Annie Jenkin


Almost dawn the morning star fades with my dreams.

By Yesha Shah


How many stars fit inside my windowpane!

By Joan McNerney

Night Splendour

One moon beams down and lights the world for everyone.

By Beth Winchcombe

Spring Rainbow

I see the auras of a thousand dancing angels.

By Barbara Tate

In the Neighborhood

Tui song - his eloquent oratory creating ripples

By Anne Curran

At Evening

A fallen birch arches over my path.

By Kelley White

A Revelation

The night reveals the day.

By Ron Larson


A scatter plot on concrete depicting changing weather patterns.

By Robert P. Hansen

Walled Garden

The castle's keep; admiring roses.

By Ralph Stott

This Stormy Summer

Trees armor themselves in lichen against wind and rain, against thunder.

By Marianne Szlyk


The faces of blue pansies, peering through the melting snow, glow softly in the morning sun.

By Elizabeth Howard


In timeless measure the rolling waves make music under the setting sun.

By Phyllis Babcock

An Italian Opera

Swallows in flight delightful chatter

By Sara Kendrick

A Night Time Stroll

The biggest, brightest moon shines tonight as we walk together, hands held tight.

By Annie Jenkin

Gnarled Oak

In its branches...woven memories

By Karen O'Leary

Lost Treasures

Memories left in a sandcastle upon an abandoned beach.

By Sandra Stefanowich

Stand and Deliver--By Anna-Marie Docherty--Wales

Stand and Deliver

Shot out like a cannon ball
As mother lay there in her bed
Twisted and contorted
Push down hard the nurse had said
Audience at bottom end
Were quick to save the head
What a pair of lungs cried out
Went from purple blue to red
Cleaned up cord cut and swaddled
Poor child's hungry wants be fed
Mum and dad proud as can be
Holding babe that they have bred

Anna-Marie Docherty lives in Pembrokeshire, Wales, UK and is often inspired by nature and the world around her. Having been writing poetry now for 4 - 5 years, her works have developed in structure and form as well as using free verse in her writing as she walks this endless art form and creativity in her thirst to further learn. Letting the pen and the muse dictate topic and form both humour, religion, nature or the serious subject might be touched upon therefore keeping the writing fresh and easy to read by those who follow. Writing both as given name above and pen name anaisnais through the net, examples of poems can be found both in Snippets, an anthology of short verse by various international poets, compiled by Karen O'Leary and Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson; also Pink Panther magazine, an anthology written by several poets and artists on feminist issues in our environment and various poems on the internet for taster.

Clouds--By Tom Davis--United States


Columns of Cumulus clouds
Stacked one upon the other
Toward heaven
Reach far into a Carolina blue sky

A grand buzzard
Black as Satin’s heart
Circles below
Searching for his dinner

In his younger years, Tom Davis served as a Special Force Combat Diver. It seems to him that he spent more time on, in, and under the water than as a landlubber. This and other adventures he has written about in his memoir, The Most Fun I Ever Had With My Clothes On: A March From Private to Colonel.