Quietly the voice it whispered
barely audible it spoke
secrets only I could hear
way before the day awoke
Finger to my lips a promise
made and kept and honoured long
silence sang the words of knowledge
harboured by this ageless song
Many, many years I’ve kept it
never once the secret told
entrusted then until the moment
comes when I am very old
©Jemverse
Photo – double hagstone, Lancing beach, late summer 2020 – Jempics
Jemverse 
Sep 30, 2020 @ 06:18:42
I really like your perspective. My poetry is so hard, rough, not at all delighting in the things you obviously delight in. I am learning a lot from your work.
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Sep 30, 2020 @ 10:35:18
Thanks Nicole 😎
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Sep 30, 2020 @ 18:57:42
sea sounds within a shell
you could tell
it but never sell it
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Oct 02, 2020 @ 20:48:08
I enjoyed this poem filled with rhythm and a happy voice.
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Oct 02, 2020 @ 20:49:06
😎
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