Endless Whispers

Tick tock, tick tock
the clock on the wall never stops.
Time marches into tomorrow
regardless of whether I can
keep up with it or, not.

Home is where the heart is 
I wish you could know
how those words fall
like heaven in my hurricane.

They are each a ryhthm of tides
to quell passion’s endless quest
searching for fulfillment.

In Autumn’s first fresh kiss
I feel you arrive
touch my cheek with cool fingertips
as I’m re-living the melancholy in
kaleidoscopic colour.

Through new seasons of love
in other circles of light
I pay yet more heed to your
string of endless whispers.

© Daydreamertoo   *All rights reserved

 Shared with Sunday Scribblings Prompt #283 ‘Tomorrow’
Carry on Tuesday Prompt #121 (Home is where)
dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #8

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

34 thoughts on “Endless Whispers”

  1. Aah.. dreamy, creamy, and filled with such lovely rich scents… and the onset of Autumn gives the poem an entire new level of awesomeness and romanticism!

  2. … new seasons of love … yes, Bren … for you and everyone … even me … the most timid lover there is … Always, cat.

  3. Enjoyed this very much. I really love the following two stanzas, just the sense within a bit of contrast and an understanding. Excellent write

    Home is where the heart is
    I wish you could know
    how those words fall
    like heaven in my hurricane.

    They are each a ryhthm of tides
    to quell passion’s endless quest
    searching for fulfillment.

  4. what a rich, heartfelt piece, and i love the art, too. i obsess over art for my pieces in fact, and i love this autumn image, and loved it more after reading the words you married to it.

  5. Love is a drug and you have certainly captured her craving beautifully, well complemented by the halcyon image you have used.

  6. I, like many others who have commented, love the line “In Autumn’s first fresh kiss.” The whole poem is lovely, but these particular words stand out. Thanks for sharing and for visiting my blog!

  7. In Autumn’s first fresh kiss
    I feel you arrive
    touch my cheek with cool fingertips
    as I’m re-living the melancholy in
    kaleidoscopic colour.

    Wow….. I love the season changes, especially fall. And it does, it brings so many beautiful memories every year to me….. This is lovely….

  8. This is lovely. I especially like, “those words fall
    like heaven in my hurricane.” – Great image 🙂

  9. Through new seasons of love
    in other circles of light
    I pay yet more heed to your
    string of endless whispers.

    Evocative and intriguing, thank you.

  10. “In Autumn’s first fresh kiss
    I feel you arrive
    touch my cheek with cool fingertips
    as I’m re-living the melancholy in
    kaleidoscopic colour.”

    I LOVE that stanza…

    beautiful piece.. very revealing

  11. Heaven in your hurricane, oh, that’s so lovely!

    We got to feel autumn’s first kiss last night, and it’s like I’ve been waiting for it all my life. Yes feels like 47 years waiting for a kiss. And worth all those 105 F degree weeks in a row!

  12. love this: “as I’m re-living the melancholy in
    kaleidoscopic colour.” and those endless whispers, yes.

  13. string of endless whispers…what a great close…and intimate…i love autmns kisses…and the color she brings…

  14. You set up a beautiful rhythm in the opening lines..swept me through the verses..and left me quite breathless..thank you always for your insightful comments also..Jae

  15. “Home is where the heart is…”
    These words really do quell the search for fulfilment. Really loved this.

  16. This is beautiful, and haunting. “In Autumn’s first fresh kiss I feel you arrive.” Just lovely. I most love the final stanza. So poignant a poem!

  17. “kaleidoscopic colour” really brings autumn out that much more, great line.

    Oh and you can stop the tick tocking on the wall. Take a hammer and beat the clock in. At least you can pretend it stopped for a while..haha

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