Whispers...

Painting pictures with words. Opening a part of the soul. Emotion flowing with the lines. Tapestry skillfully woven. Reflecting thoughts artfully. Yearning to make a difference. --Karen O'Leary--Whispers' Editor

Sunday, November 30, 2014

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

Thank you for considering Whispers for a place to share your writing. The guidelines follow: 1. Submissions of unpublished and prev...

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Stradivarius--By David Austin--United States

Stradivarius Deep inside Curling, rippling through the grain This woody depth of tone Singing a carver’s art His blade so sharply honed Bril...

Friday, November 28, 2014

Sign of the Cross Over the Chest--By Jacob Shaver--United States

Sign of the Cross Over the Chest the body on the tip of his tongue white staleness passes to the gut, turning from having fasted all morn to...

Christmas Magic (for Trudy)--By Michael Todd--United States

Christmas Magic (for Trudy) A box of heirlooms we look over, in a closet in the hallway, A shelf of tapes and records, wait patiently for th...

Fished Up--By Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson--Canary Islands

Fished Up Woke Up Got Up Run Up Set Up Cast Up Hooked Up Caught Up Fished Up Packed Up Cleaned Up Cooked Up Ate Up Days Up! Patricia Ann Far...

Thursday, November 27, 2014

A Lazy Winter’s Day--By Maurice J. Reynolds--United States

A Lazy Winter’s Day A frosted window touched just right with a hint of chill that the winter season provides. All the land properly dressed ...

Atmosphere of Heaven--By Charlene McCutcheon--United States

Atmosphere of Heaven On the morning of a clear spring day, I eagerly awaited the appointed time I would again enter His Holy House. Arriving...

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Dad’s Hands--By Carl "Papa" Palmer--United States

Dad’s Hands In the cafe booth his son asks, Dad, what do you see when you look at your hands? Palms up, palms down, open, closed, bent, scra...

I Thank You, Lord--By Helen Dowd--Canada

I Thank You, Lord I thank You, Lord, for common things--fresh air, and waters clean; For butterflies and flowers bright; for trees and gras...

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

I Link Therefore I Am--By Richard Sponaugle--United States

I Link Therefore I Am I’m a loner, and a drifter. Mankind’s morals disgust me more each day and night. But when I feed birds in the park, an...

One’s View Point--By Rhoda Galgiani--United States

One’s View Point Thoughts come to one's mind bringing clarity to the subject at hand Wipe away the webs and let His light in a brightnes...

Monday, November 24, 2014

What Shall We Do... --By Jan Henson--Turkey

What Shall We Do... ‘What shall we do today?’ My inner voice said ‘Let’s go kick Autumn leaves Golden and vivid red’ Through barren trees we...

The Sunset--By Anne R. C. Neale--United States

The Sunset As the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, And darkness slowly sends dark shadows on the ground. You can sit and become mesmerize...

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Yesterday’s Joys--By Andrea Dietrich--United States

Yesterday’s Joys Yesterday’s joys are more than a few. In my mind they reside endlessly like bright recollections rosy in hue or the notes o...

He Knows--By Lanette Kissel--United States

He Knows He is aware of the tiniest sparrow, knows when it falls from the sky. He knows the situations which sadden me, that which can make ...

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Lest We Forget--The Poppy--By Jane Richer--Canada

Lest We Forget--The Poppy In Flander's field where courageous soldiers lie below there I am planted besides the crosses row by row. To f...

Passage from The Gift of You, The Gift of Me--By Nila J. Webster--United States

Passage from The Gift of You, The Gift of Me Thank you for life And death And life again For the seed of hope Born of each sad end November ...

Friday, November 21, 2014

"Stepping Stones"--By Colan Hiatt--United States

"Stepping Stones" Sometimes our plotted course in life Is altered by a sudden turn The days routine, must then give way A new appr...

A Fruitful Life--By Barbara Siekierski--United States

A Fruitful Life I am with you… Planted firmly on the ground, you will take root and produce many good things. You will sprout and receive my...

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Tanka--By Shloka Shankar--India

a blue sky bursts into silence... these aches feel so familiar now as I let them go (First published in Issue 1 of Frameless Sky ) ____...

Sister--By David Fox--United States

Sister There's a special bond between us It's something no one else can take For whomever gets between us This bond shall never brea...

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Whispers Within--By Rick Parise--United States

Whispers Within I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the ...

Marley's Breakfast--By Elizabeth Howard--United States

Marley's Breakfast Marley awakens while it's still dark, her tummy grumbling with hunger. Her mother who works the night shift at th...

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

New Delhi Railroad Station--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

New Delhi Railroad Station Hot, tired, dusty, out of sync to the station staggering luggage Swarms of beings standing, bending, lying Dark b...

Vestige--By Cristine A. Gruber--United States

Vestige He didn’t have much in the way of mementos, a bible that belonged to his mama, a tobacco tin that his daddy had used. There were a f...

Monday, November 17, 2014

The Great Depression--By Elizabeth Kral--United States

The Great Depression (In memory of my mother, born 1919) The Great Depression made quite an impression on Mom and her foods of choice. Chick...

Autumn--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

Autumn listening as Autumn's voice takes hold aimlessly roaming among the red, green and gold as daylight slowly falls from the sky I...

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Tanka--By ayaz daryl nielsen--United States

autumn’s rose petals gently falling may my years pass with such poise and such grace ayaz daryl nielsen is a husband, father, veteran, x-rou...

Yesterday’s Echo--By Janet Vick--United States

Yesterday’s Echo The yesterdays echoed with anger’s bite while sorrow’s seam unraveled, lost the fight. Regrets were catalogued, redeemed as...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Memories of Summer Rambles--By Marianne Szlyk--United States

Memories of Summer Rambles A girl of the last century strides along the bike path, past the goldenrod the spiky chicory, and Queen Anne’s la...

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