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Poem of the Year for 2007 |
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Whisper Poetry is honoured to announce the Poem of the Year & we have in fact selected two poems
It Was Me That Night by Kristyn Rohm & This World's a Prelude by Pieter Filmalter
We wish to congratulate both Kristyn & Pieter on their beautiful & sensitive writing. It is talent & sensitivity of this caliber that makes it worthwhile for the staff at Whisper Poetry.
We look forward to seeing much more of you and your work not only at Whisper Poetry but in this wonderful world of Bringing the Arts to our Hearts
The Editor
Stan Almendro
It was me that night...
by Kristyn Röhm
You came into my room, your intensions were clear.
I was filled with terror as I felt you draw near.
You were so violent, so filled with hate.
And while you were pleasing yourself: you never once stopped
to realise... that I was only eight.
You robbed me of my pride, my meaning to live...
That part of me I was never willing to give.
But you took it anyways.....
While I was left sworn to secrecy, ;.
It was me that night. . .
Me who lost all dignity
Time and time again, I'd put on a fake smile
Just so that you, could make feel vile.
Happy to everyone is how I appear,
But that's just my make-up, covering my tear.
This is your scar you've burnt in my skin,
And I still blame myself for your awful sin...
Funny enough, no one hears my cries,
Drowning in my tears, they leave me to die. ..
Itwas me that night,where you stole my soul,
I would never given it to you even if it was to be sold
It was me that night, yes it was me....
And from those memories of you, I'm longing to be free....
So thank you for that,for hurting me that day ....
I still remember you,even though you'vegone away....
A moving story ( Our congratulations to Kristyn who in a beautiful, yet sad way describes the pain of a young victim of an obnoxious male) & it highlights the plight & pain of innocent children & ladies in a somewhat sick society editor & the staff at Whisper Poetry feels for victims of abuse & will gladly become involved in bringing the perpetrators to book. Please feel free to contact
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This World’S A Prelude
By P. J. Filmalter
Dancing in the dark
To the rhythm of our hearts
To the passion of the wind
In the silence of the dimmed
World sleeping outside our door
Where clouds of forgiveness absorbs, our sins.
If we are to reach the sunrise
Let us inhale her beauty with our eyes.
For we cannot allow our hearts to carry sorrow
From fallen days we couldn’t swallow
Since I’d be a fool to pretend we adore
The right to know what’s held in the hand of the morrow.
For the moon I might see no more
And your touch I might feel no more
The roses I might smell no more
My feet these fields no more explore.
So why travel walking lamented?
The rain I love as well the sun
The moon, the stars, the clouds will hung and sung
With lighting, all colouring the sky
Like a portrait painted only for our eyes
By the hand of God: A masterpiece!
If it may, let our hearts be reached
Smell the rain before she dries
Maybe it’s your last chance
To kiss raindrops as you dance
To let your hair entertain the wind
To taste the sun before she’s dimmed
Before you move on to an even better place
With even more beauty for our eyes to chase
Where we’ll wonder why this world ever bothered a spin.
A beautiful work of writing with sensitive insight & a passion about life!
The Editor
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