under the clouds of darkness I find myself . . .
vulnerably exposed to illusions of wealth . . .
I shiver as cold drops land like bitter tears . . .
misty rainbows flutter and fly in growing fears . . .
I ride whispers like secrets in the wind . . .
naked in garments of falsehoods and plenty . . .
a proud peacock strutting without vanity . . .
eyes his butt of brightly colored feathers . . .
fools hypnotized in awe of that fucking splendor . . .
he rides whispers like secrets in the wind . . .
no one knew the truth and lies regurgitates day by day . . .
greed is gathered vowed to be quiet and not say . . .
the ego’s depleted never cuddled or stroke . . .
after all he won but lost the popular vote . . .
in response she screams, ‘get the fuck out of here’ . . .
loud and clear she yells, ‘crackers don’t care’ . . .
‘nigg’as are stupid,’ with authority she says . . .
‘drugging, fighting and cussing them all need to pray’ . . .
we ride whispers like secrets in the wind . . .
I see in the eye searching for a spark . . .
a gentle soul to guide us through the dark . . .
he shakes his defeated and hanging head . . .
convinced he would be better off dead . . .
he ain’t shit, he uttered with a grin . . .
some of us have faith in hope to bring a win . . .
they ride whispers as secrets in the wind . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 2/3/17
18 thoughts on “Whispers in the Wind”
I think I can clearly feel the power that fuels this piece. I tribute to your ability.
This is amazingly powerful Kim. and is raw in its emotional truth.. may we continue to have faith in hope to win my friend.. Wonderfully written. xx
Thank much my kind friend.
You are welcome.. Your poetry is, well, so very very good xxx 🙂
So powerful, Kim. May the right people hear it
‘naked in garments of falsehoods and plenty . . .’
love it ❤
I wonder if we have ceased to listen to his lies… there will come a day when he understands what he’s lost.
Right now he’s winning over us. I hope they find the piece to sink him. If that happens we will probably never hear from him again.
When we can use full voice and enjoy love whispers…
Will that time come… Maybe in another four years…
Just this week a polling place tried to call three times.
I don’t answer such things…
We’ll be in s$#% no coil and oil Creek with no air to breathe in 4 years.
If somehow, some way the misery ends earlier… if the damage has not already been done…
well the bull
does see red
and the head
in his heart
on his n oggin
his lady love
A very powerful verse.
You are welcome
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