The Silent Whisper.

Posted on by Denis Murphy

The Silent Whisper.

 

Silent Whispers from the caverns of my mind

That elusive memory I struggle to find

Deep in the dungeons , the darkest recesses

As if from another lifetime or someone else’s

 

Silent Whispers in my ear that sigh 

Like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering by

Or the faintest touch of a summer breeze

Ghost like, I can not grasp or seize

 

The slightest hint of days long forgotten

Whispers of where, whom or when

The past often tinged by needless regret

The future is written, but not yet set

 

Whether it was a dream or real, I can not tell

As if concealed by an enchanted spell

Long forgotten in the chaos and confusion

Was it ever real or just an illusion ?

 

C Denis Murphy 11 October 2019.

 

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I am a 63year old married man, born and raised in Cork city, Ireland. I am currently living in a small rural village in County Sligo. In 2007, I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. I write poems to help me express my emotions and feelings and to help others to try to understand what it is like to live with disability and the erosion of independence and freedom most people take for granted.