Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Alone--By John Polselli--United States


I stare long though my window now, and hear
Faint voices I remember from the past.
They seem to whisper softly, far and near,
Like crickets heard, unseen within the grass,
Or restless children murmuring during Mass;
Each rustle conjuring a friend I’ve missed,
Some fond acquaintance, or a girl I’ve kissed.

And in the calmness of this cloudless night,
With stars the only comrades I can claim,
I sit amidst the swaying candlelight,
And dream they’ve all come back to me again,
To make me feel like the moon; a swain
Without a sweetheart in the heavens’ dome,
Slow-dancing in a darkened hall, alone.

John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards.  As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.


  1. John, I love how your mind wanders through a very unique process. Unique in that it is you and your mind, but very similar to how I would have those memories and runaway thoughts cramming through my own mind. The nostalgia is precious and beautiful. Sheri

  2. Nice work! I really enjoyed your piece very much.

  3. Hi John. I enjoyed your poem. I think it was well-written, artistic and delightful. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

  4. Lovely poem...oh, how I wish too for time to turn back so I live only in good memories

  5. Way to remember the good, John. Deeply personal from your perspective, equally effective for this casual reader.

  6. Wow, what a grand perspective! I thought your poem was awe inspiring, I loved it!

  7. Thank you, everyone, for your kind words on John's poem. I will send your thoughts to him. John, wonderful use of rhyme and imagery to share your thoughts. Thank you for continuing to share your talent at Whispers. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors, my friend.