Whispers from the trees
Call to her
Just out of reach
Her feelings stir
She thinks of the past
The present too
Wondering why and how?
All that has been and to do
The whispers call so again
But still she can’t hear
What they say, what they want?
Frustrated she sheds a tear
Is it everlasting peace
That calls to her?
Or something else entirely
All is a hazy blur
As she continues on and on
What now, she thinks again?
Is the best way forward
Trust, destiny, fate and hope sent
Is all she can do
So on and on she moves along
Believing in the four
For belief is all she has, is this wrong?
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
wooww!! very nice poem.. 🙂
Aww thank you! I gave it my best.
no,she is not wrong as times when nothing else makes sense,belief or ffaith is the best we can do to stay afloat…