Thursday, February 11, 2016

My Beloved Poet--Blanca Alicia Garza--United States

My Beloved Poet

I wasn't looking when I found you, 
but I've been expecting you forever. 
You turned into everything I wished and wanted, 
bringing peace to my tormented soul. 
You turned my gray days into colorful rainbows, 
while each of your tender words were tattooed 
deep inside my heart. You've caressed me 
without touching me. Your unconditional love 
returned my smile and faith in love.

Blanca Alicia Garza is a published poet from Las Vegas, Nevada. She has appeared in two collaborative poems on Whispers and An Outreach Poem to Paris.  She also has several poems published at The Poet . She enjoys spending time with her children, grandchildren and "Jack" her Cat.

Requiem--By Brian Strand--England


then silence,
sad faces!
then tears
then pain

(a verbless poem)

Brian Strand has created short poetic forms including 'broken monoku' (a haiku variation) and 'footle' (a trochaic monometer with witty, topical, etc themes) and Captioned Cartoon, an Ekphrasis combining his art and poetic interests. He has published a seven kindle ebook series Poetic forms; A Strand of Verse; My Choice Strand Verse; A Strand Guide; Christianity Explained; A Strand critique; and Captioned Cartoon Ekphrasis. Brian has written nearly 200 Amazon reviews and is a Wiki poetry and art editor.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Covenant Cape--By A. Michele Leslie--United States

The Covenant Cape

Such majesty his guileless dreams relay,
he wins applause from those who dedicate
their lives to God. His many coloured cape
enraptures them—this meekness wins his stay.
Only the Temple is his stage. No display
for honour’s sake from him. But wait!
Some assay, “The Son!” and seal the fate
his carapace, the Cross, would but obey.

Though God protected Joseph by his coat,
this second Child bled his love to bloat
a callous universe, bestowing salvation 
for the sinner caught at misery’s station.
With a faith too great he gave his all.
Each reprobate in warmth does this recall.

A. Michele Leslie is a poet and playwright who lives in Sauk Rapids, Minnesota with her husband, David, and two cats.

Live On--By Cindy Hutchings--United States

Live On

Survivors stand
among ruins

bravely carry on
where others have fallen

being spared
they hold strong

though vulnerable to changing winds
they draw up inner reserves

bolstering resolve
to greet next generation

teach them
how to endure

when all that is known
has been cut, cleared.

Cindy Hutchings is a member of Northwest Renaissance & Striped Water Poets in Auburn, WA, USA. She graduated from the University of Washington with a BA in English and Women Studies. She writes with passion about nature, events, and social causes. Her poetry is shared online at and Cindy’s first poetry chapbook, Tree Talk, was published by MoonPath Press in 2015.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Battle-Stained--By Alan McAlpine Douglas--United Kingdom


Old Coliseum, fright of Rome
I see your toothless grin
and know you too have suffered much
you house of mortal sin

You made your life, your fortune too
by grinding heels on those
who fought and won, or tried, and died
to make your bloody shows

You still stand tall against the sky
but your fabric’s getting thin
and I can see your wrinkled face
and know you did not win

For while you keep on crumbling on
real life stirs, and swirls about
your feet, now seen as made of clay
in truth, thumbs down, you’re out ....

Alan McAlpine Douglas, father to 5 and grandfather to 3, has been writing poetry since 1993. His idiosyncratic voice has produced thousands of poems in this time, and he finds it quite hard to stay serious, even when he means to. He also enjoys writing spoofs, using well-known poems or songs like Clementine or In the Ghetto as his models.

Dusk--By Michael Escoubas--United States


is the
dream I had
amid this mix
of popcorn yellow--
this blaze of blue-purple
coming on at twilight time:
You in blue-shadowed silk, yellow
hair tumbling like white-water rapids,
night so simple, this one perfect moment.

(An Ekphrastic Poem in Etheree Form)

After retiring from a 48-year career in the printing industry in 2013, Michael Escoubas began writing poetry for publication. His study of and interest in poetry goes back some 30 years. During this time he studied classical and modern poets learning from their works and from critics who comment about them. Michael writes poetry in part because his mother once said, “You have a gift for words; you should do something with that gift.”

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Laura M. Kaminski—United States and Saddiq M. Dzukogi--Nigeria


By Laura M. Kaminski and Saddiq M. Dzukogi

a folded sheet of paper
marks the halfway place,
separation between pages
I have read and those
I haven't

twelve chapters yearning to open
as a flower finding the sun
and I am 
Persephone, I have eaten
six seeds of the pomegranate
and have been changed
by this ingestion

I won't sell any seed
for a meager sum

even if I stop reading now
and go out into the daytime
garden, inhale the sweet
scent of jasmine, I know
I am destined

to return to the underworld
with an appetite as a beast,
ravenous for further
words, reunite with my shadow self,
the other me

who never left my book 
who wasn't stripped
of conscience like a desert palm
its fronds

Monday, February 8, 2016

Coat of White--By Phyllis Babcock--Canada

Coat of White

Winter put on his coat of white
Whispered to the wind
Come and dance with me
We will whirl and twirl
Across the country floor
Wind sighs in sweet refrain
Wraps her coat tight
Answered winter in delight
Come we curtsy and bow
Dance merrily on new found snow.

Phyllis Babcock was born in Saskatchewan, Canada in 1951 and currently resides in Regina with her husband. She has been blessed with two wonderful sons and daughter-in-laws. She has two grandsons and two granddaughters. She started writing poetry in 2004 and joined Poetry Soup site in 2006. She has been published in two anthologies, On Butterfly Wings and Snippets. Her work has also appeared on and in a local seniors’ newspaper. She feels writing has been a wonderful journey, meeting many new poets and writers along the way.

send a poem--By jani johe webster--United States

send a poem

send a poem
thru the snowflakes
    of dawn
and the sun of twilight

listen to the seagull
talk with the night

draw a golden circle
around each heartbeat

while you watch
    the doves of peace
        carrying blue lights
            of shimmering hope
a beacon of light
for the soul
of the earth

Thoughts from Nila Webster--My beloved mother, jani johe webster, wrote this poem many years ago, without fully knowing the incredible manifestation of Karen O'Leary's online journal Whispers.  This poem reflects the beauty of Whispers:  that poets around the world can send their poems "thru snowflakes of dawn", sacred messages of lyrical beauty, and treasures that, in dark moment, illuminate the way.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Lotuses Bloom--By Dr. Madan G. Gandhi--India

Lotuses Bloom

In heart there is a space
where total silence prevails
No ripples, no ebb and rise of waves
utterly serene, tranquil is the lake

There white and purple lotuses bloom
symphony of silence lights the gloom
as it envelops when the night descends
before dawning of a million springs

That’s where no upsurge of thoughts remain
no trace of the opposites, like joy and pain
There the self sits on the lotus throne
closing doors of senses from toe to crown

There’s the marriage of knowledge and bliss
self-experiencing the light-trail of awareness
blossoming to fullness of enlightenment
suffused by seamless serenity of contentment

Born in 1940, in Lahore, Yayati Madan G. Gandhi has been associated with a number of universities as professor and administrator: which include Visiting Professor, Delhi University and Lala Lajpat Rai Chair Professor, Punjab University, Chandigarh. He has edited collected works of Lala Lajpat Rai and several poetry anthologies.

More, Please--By Laura M. Kaminski--United States

More, Please

poem with a line from “Mornings in Cudahy, California” in Ruben Quesada’s
book Next Extinct Mammal, Greenhouse Review Press, 2011

Cedar roars in the belly of the woodstove
holding a spitting argument with gusts
of wind that echo, endless, up and down
the metal pipe.

In truth, the house is warm enough, but
I continue to add more fuel to the fire,
perch hunched over on the hearthstone
with my book, gargoyle bundled in a poncho
craving radiant heat –

I need to find some way to pour more
warmth into the heart of me, drink a soul-full
of hot cocoa. I shiver again, turn back
a page and read:

“…light melted over the barrio
of burnt adobe where every Maria and Jesus ran
loose dodging cool sprays from serpent hoses
on hot Sunday afternoons…”

Ahh…yes. Just right. Keep pouring…

Laura M. Kaminski grew up in northern Nigeria, went to school in New Orleans, and currently lives in rural Missouri. She is an Associate Editor at Right Hand Pointing, and writes poetry in both English and Hausa.  Her most recent poetry collection is Dance Here (Origami Books, an imprint of Parrésia Publishers Ltd in Lagos, Nigeria). More about her poetry can be found at

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Not For Losers--By Joyce I. Johnson--United States

Not For Losers

I've joined the quite exclusive club,
"The Over Ninety Bunch"
If duty calls, we answer with,
"Denied, we're out for lunch."

We've worked hard and we've paid our dues,
In summer, spring and fall,
And since we live on borrowed time,
It is precious after all.

The winter of our lives is ours
To do with as we please.
We've taught you well, now do your job,
So we can take our ease.

If you should see some older gals
With  glasses of wine or punch,
Who look like they are having fun,
We're the "Over Ninety Bunch."

Joyce I. Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce celebrated her 96th birthday in July of 2014.

A Gift from God - A Sonnet--By Elaine George--Canada

A Gift from God - A Sonnet

I am a wish, a prayer from mortal’s lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love

So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose

And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see

For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer -  away.

Born in New Brunswick, Elaine George spent the early years of her life living in Lorneville (a small fishing village along the Bay of Funday) still inhabited by many of her family members.  Much of her writing is inspired by the memories of that place and those wonderful people.  She has published two volumes of poetry and is currently writing a novel entitled Out of the Darkness.  Many of her poems and short stories have appeared in magazines in both Canada and the United States. Currently she lives with her husband in Wainfleet, Ontario.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Montana Skies--By Connie Marcum Wong--United States

Montana Skies

Bison blaze through winter white
In stark contrast with the snow.
Montana skies wrap them in the
Frigid air as nostrils release their
Warm breath while they search
For grasses beneath the snow.
Low fog filters through the pines
As a welcome warming sun rises.
An eagle watches with vested vision.

Connie Marcum Wong has been the Web Mistress of a private poetry forum Poetry for Thought since October 1999. Her poetry has been in many publications, anthologies, magazines, and e-zines over the years. She published her first poetry chapbook, Island Creations in 2005. In 2007, Heart Blossoms was published. In January 2010, an anthology, A Poetry Bridge to All Nations, was published by Lulu Enterprises, Inc. Connie created the 'Constanza' poetry form in 2007 and Con-Verse form in 2010. She has resided with her husband in Hawaii since 1980.

Songs of Night--By John W. (Bill) Williams--United States

Songs of Night

Restless voice
on summer nights
start with a whisper
and gradually spill over
into the darkness.
I am captivated
by each distinct melody,
the rich resonance
of their voices
lift my spirit
higher and higher
until at last
I am floating
with each sound,
drifting closer
to where they’ve gathered
to render
their compelling melodies.

John W. (Bill) Williams is a retired language arts and children’s literature educator.  He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy with his art and poetry.  He has been published in a variety of venues.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

One Candle--By Annie Jenkin--England

One Candle

One candle travels around the world
 and another marks the passage of time,
One candle in a light house saves lives
 in days past defended a castle,
One candle ignites beacons of hope
 fervently offered up in prayer,
One candle shines light on a new path
 a warm glow appears at a window,
One candle welcomes you safely home.

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.

Long-Retired, ME and the Mirror--By Eleanor Michael--United States

ME and the Mirror

The other day I woke
feeling so good.
I thought, “Today’s
the day I could
go look for work.”

Then, I got out of bed
tottered to the bathroom,
stepped on the scale,
and washed my hands.
I saw my reflection
in the cabinet glass.

That did it! Who,
in their right mind,
would hire the ME
in the mirror?

Maybe, with make-up,
a new hairdo . . .
lose a few pounds . . .

Eleanor Michael has published poetry and short stories in a variety of venues.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Special Feature Collaborative Poem--By Sheikha A.—Pakistan/United Arab Emirates and Suvojit Banerjee—India/United States


By Sheikha A. and Suvojit Banerjee

Voices of the night linger
as dawn kisses the night goodbye

I saw the light burst out 
of a white stag, standing like time

the night jar disappeared into shades
of a faded existence

the ancient rivers of folk moving 
on a dying star, breaking

to recollect old bones of the day
passed through trembling winds

to bring us news of souls in a pool
of time, where the stag kissed

the sand through its wings spanned
over the air like a commandment

like sunlight passing through leaves
of jungle with no shape

the lonely lighthouse’s hands raised
to the wind, the stag pierced

the relics of the guiding star – komorebi,
our reflections never whole.

A Quick Squiggle--By George L. Ellison--England

A Quick Squiggle
(Q Poem)

On a quality quiet stroll along the quayside
I quickly discover quite a few
Quintessential reasons for using my quill
Like quicksilver I quench my thirst for writing
Quips and Quotations as I question all I see

George L. Ellison is a writer of poetry and short stories. He has published three books called Poetic Reminiscences, Weaving Words and Reflections. George lives with his wife and dogs in Chester-Le-Street, County Durham in England. He is a member of The Writers and Poetry Alliance and owner of Poetry and short story ink.  George has a Facebook Author page and is currently working on various projects as well as learning to play the saxophone at the Sage Gateshead!

Leftovers--By Robert P. Hansen--United States


rag doll
         squeaky chew toy
      puppy love
       wagging tail
sloppy tongue

Robert P. Hansen teaches philosophy courses at a community college. In addition to poetry, he also writes genre fiction. His recent eBook publications include a free Story Sampler (14 stories from his collections), The Golden Key (Book 3 of his Angus the Mage fantasy series), and 2014: A Year of Poetry. For more information on his writing and where to find what he has published, visit his blog at:

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

My Weekly Prayers--By Edilson Afonso Ferreira--Brazil

My Weekly Prayers

Always on Tuesday, Saint Anthony’s day,
I attend Mass at Saint Anthony’s church, 
the littlest and farthermost of my town.  
Indeed, it is more like a chapel.
Few people go there, they pray mainly
at Saint Vincent’s, in the Central Square,
that looks as refulgent as a Cathedral.  
They are unaware that the church I go to
was built on the ground of old, or better,  
the oldest of our cemeteries.  
I know that great-grandparents’ bones
are in the foundation of Saint Anthony’s.
I strongly believe that  
my ancestors dispense their blessings
along with those of our Lord
and of the Saint of every Tuesday evening.

Edilson Afonso Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, in order to reach more people. Has been published in online or printed venues like Cyclamens and Swords, Right Hand Pointing, Boston Poetry Magazine, The Lake, The Stare’s Nest, The Provo Canyon, Amomancies, Subterranean Blue, The Gambler, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Indiana Voice Journal and some others. Short listed in four American Poetry Contests, lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and began writing after retirement as a Bank Manager. He is collecting his works for a forthcoming book.    

Chasing the Raptor--By Ken Allan Dronsfield--United States

Chasing the Raptor

The ghostly shadow soars in an exhilarated flight;
forbidden in life; bequeathed through the veil;
Memories burned away like a nebula's fiery light;
Rising from the earth; to the clouds I inhale.

Once only strife where life should have been;
Destiny fulfilled during sunset at the harbor.
I'll smile for awhile; an electricity upon my skin.
Soaring through the mists, chasing the raptor.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma.  He has written for many years and recently started submitting his poems for publication.  Ken enjoys spending time with his cats, Merlin and Willa.  Some of his published work can be viewed at:

Monday, February 1, 2016

Tanka--By Madhuri Pillai--Australia

revered and reviled 
this gnarled tree
under its forgiving branches
I rest my earth years

saturday night
in between silence
a yard dog's bark
whispering loneliness 
this cloudy night

Madhuri Pillai has been writing haiku and tanka on and off…  Her work has been published in various on line magazines. She has worked as a journalist, and is an animal activist. Semi-retired, she lives in Melbourne in Australia.

Cleansing Rain of Love--By Rick Parise--United States

Cleansing Rain of Love

on the ocher drape
in bent shadow light crawling
a warm springtime flux 
drenching souls in purity
lies a simple love flower

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



Please welcome them to our community. We now have representatives from the following countries--Australia, Botswana, Brazil, 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, Wales and Zimbabwe. I look forward to expanding this list in the future. Thank you to everyone that has supported Whispers in any way.                                                                                        -Sincerely,  Karen

                        Muskaan Ahuja--India
                        Blanca Alicia Garza--United States--First Individual Poem
                        Tammy Manikas--United States
                        Ananya Dhawan--India
                        Learnmore Edwin Zvada—Zimbabwe
                        CayCay Jennings—United States
                        Vivian Belford--Nigeria

We have a worldwide audience. If you are currently reading Whispers, please consider submitting a poem for consideration for publication. Click on the bright blue “Submission Guidelines” on the right side of the main page for guidelines.  Email submissions to Karen at  Thank you.

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John W. Williams has a new chapbook called A Cup of Warm Words for your enjoyment.  The book includes 82 poems on love, the art of living, nature, spiritual verse, and philosophy.  An autographed issue is available for $8 including postage and handling by contacting him at PO Box 326, Martin, GA 30557

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

Angelee Deodhar's, Journeys 2015, An Anthology of International Haibun, with 145 haibun by 31 poets of international repute, is available from

Vasanthi Swetha runs a page on facebook called 'A Dreamer's Destination' and it primarily deals with micro poetry and musings. She welcomes discussions on poetry and sharing of poetry pieces . The link to the website is as under:

Scott Thomas Outlar runs the site 17Numa where links to his published poetry, essays, and fiction can be found. The site also features a page devoted to literary publications which currently has nearly 150 venues listed. The blog’s page at 17Numa has links to the personal sites of other writers and artists, and has been designed with the hope that artists from all fields will check out and be inspired by the work of their contemporaries.

Beth Winchcombe announces her novel, For LOVE of Maria: A compelling love story. This is currently available in paperback on, also priced at £7-99p. Kindle version to download for just £2-00p. Published by Diadem Books, Author name Beth Richards.

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:

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:

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


Please consider supporting Creative Inspirations by sending stamps or other small donations to help with postage.  Thank you.                                                                                                                                ---Karen

Pijush Kanti Deb has started POEBITA POETRY MAGAZINE an online poetry
site for the poetry lovers. All are requested to visit

David Fox, editor of The Poet's Art, is looking for family-friendly poems.  U.S. and foreign contributors can send as many poems that will fit on one page.  Send poems to: David Fox, 171 Silverleaf Lane, Islandia NY 11749.

Robert Epstein is Seeking Haiku, senryu, tanka and monochrome haiga related to the themes of animal rights for Save Every Chicken, Free Every Cow: Animal Rights Haiku.
Please send poems to Robert Epstein/Miriam Wald at or SASE to: Robert Epstein, 1343 Navellier Street, El Cerrito, CA 94530. No compensation for inclusion in anthology. Deadline: 2/1/16.

Maurice J. Reynolds would like to share that Creative Inspirations, an email poetry publication, is accepting poetry submissions for publication. This publication offers an interview column, creative activities, information and advertisement, writer’s comments, good poetry, and more. Guidelines and subscription information for two first class postage stamps (To God be the Glory! Publications P.O. Box 19051 Kalamazoo, MI 49019). You can also go to: for more information.

ayaz daryl nielsen's print publication bear creek haiku is always open for postal submissions, mail poetry to bear creek haiku, PO Box 596, Longmont, CO 80502, USA, 11 lines and less, include SASE. Can be contacted at, blog site is

Tom Davis, publisher of Old Mountain Press, invites all to review his eBook site (Kindle and NOOK) where numerous Old Mountain Press Anthologies of poetry and prose are listed see: Self-publish an electronic book e-book with Old Mountain Press. Visit Old Mountain Press' eBook site at

Whispers is always looking for new writers to join our community.  Please send family friendly poems 20 lines or less  Complete guidelines posted at the end of each month.  Thank you to everyone who has already contributed to the site.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

If I were a river--By April Mae M. Berza--Philippines

If I were a river

If I were a river, I will choose
you as my destination, to flow
like the tears of the cherubs
one summer to quench the thirst
of the vineyards.

I could hear the orchestra,
your violin laughter and your piano
smile blending harmoniously
with my heartbeat that I tried
to tie my foot to the hills
like the marriage of smell
and touch.

The pain in my chest to find
you in the arms of the sea is
a stabbing, I succumb that I feel
the sorrow travelling in my veins,
I am alone in this journey,
alone in this journey.

April Mae M. Berza is the author of Confession ng isang Bob Ong Fan (Flipside, 2014) and Berso de Berza (Charging Ram, 2012.) She is the editor of Metaphor magazine. Her poems and short stories appeared in numerous publications in the US, Canada, Romania, India, Japan, UK and the Philippines. Her poems are translated in Crimean Tatar and Filipino. Some of her poems are published in Ani, Belleville Park Pages, Liwayway, The Siren, Poetica, Calliope, Maganda, Remembering Rizal: Voices from the Diaspora, Letters to My Bully, Kalyani, Metric Conversions, The Manila Times, Contemporary Verse 2, and elsewhere. Her poem "E-Martial Law" was broadcast on IndoPacific Radio on KPFA 94.1FM/ She is a member of Poetic Genius Society. She lives in Taguig, Philippines.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Editor's Thoughts/Living Wings--By Karen O'Leary

Dear Whispers’ Friends,

January 15 marked the third Anniversary of our online journal/poetry community.  Contributors, this is a tribute to you.  You are the wings of Whispers!  Thank you to everyone that promotes our online journal in any way.  We started as a small seedling and have blossomed into an international journal with writers from each of six major continents.   

Words cannot express how grateful I am to work with so many talented writers.  Your encouragement of others is greatly appreciated.  It is that encouragement that inspires poets to keep on writing and all it costs is a few minutes of time.  I ask you to understand that some of the writers that contribute poetry cannot leave comments for one reason or another.  I asked them to keep sending poetry.  Our reader base is growing, too.  Everyone is vital to essence and lifeblood of Whispers.

If you have any thoughts to share, please use the comments section below or email me at  I am excited about the year ahead and hope many more will follow.

With that, I would like to share the poem that started our journey—

Living Wings

carry music
like the song of the wind…
faithful voice of night wraps the heart
in love

Wishing you all of you a joy-filled writing journey.  Thank you all!!


Karen O’Leary
Whispers’ Editor

Winter Writes--By Maralee Gerke--United States

Winter Writes

I rise in the darkness of a winter day,
drink a cup of peppermint tea,
and breathe in pungent steam,
as the sun pokes its delicate corona
above the hoary fields.

I am the flannel goddess of dawn
the polyester priestess of birdseed.
I open bins of sunflower and millet
and measure out the right mix
for the finches, sparrows, jays, and doves,
inviting them to a ceremony of food.

Inside, I take off vest, gloves, hat,
and blow on my icy fingers.
I sit at my computer and begin to type.
My fingers move to the rhythms of take offs and landings,
the whirr of wings providing accompaniment 
to the melody of my winter writes.

Maralee Gerke lives and writes in Madras, Oregon. She is and avid reader and gardener. She describes herself as a work in progress. Her poems have been published in Calyx, Exit Thirteen, Moonset, Bathtub Gin, Anthology, Nerve Cowboy, Avocet, and Tigers Eye. She has published two books of poems and has had poetry and prose accepted in several anthologies. Her work can be seen online at Shadow Poetry, Long Story Short, and Moontown Café. She recently recorded 4 poems for the Oregon Poetic Voices Project. They can be heard at One of her poems “Refuge”, was recently selected to be printed as a limited edition broadside by the Penland School of Crafts. 

Flower of the Future--By Aju Mukhopadhyay--India

Flower of the Future

Unknown and uncertain
Are the results
Of the mystic bud
Blooming unseen
While shimmering hope
Is rising up
From the luminous vast
That the flower of the future
In harmony with Nature
For a Divine purpose
Has been opening its petals
From ages far behind
Towards a time
Peaceful and glorious.

It is a pleasure to announce that Aju’s book of poems, Time Whispers in my Ear was released recently, at

Aju Mukhopadhyay, a bilingual award winning poet, author and critic, writes fictions and essays too. He has authored 32 books and received several poetry awards from India and USA besides other honours. Recently he has received Albert Camus Centenary Writing Award, 2013 from Canada / Cyprus. He is a regular contributor to various magazines and e-zines in India and abroad. He is in the editorial and advisory board of some important literary journals. His poems and short stories have been widely anthologised and translated.

Friday, January 29, 2016

Outshined--By Lisa DeVinney--United States


It’s nearly dawn
and a slivered almond moon
hangs precariously in
an indigo sky.
With each passing moment,
the horizon brightens –
First to dusty rose,
then a bit of turquoise
blends the day star’s light
into a golden canvas.
And all the while,
the wisp of a moon
continues its fade
into daylight,
outshined by the sun.
As am I.

“He must become greater;
I must become less.”
John 3:30 NIV

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