. . . and their spirits shall descend

like tears gathered in veiled mist.
No loud incendiary words
nor rattling of chains.
Whisper soft,
they cling to mountains
obscure city views,
tall buildings topless
windows moist with deeds past.
They await a new awakening
renewed warmth of will,
a dawn of hope.

Quadrille (44 words) written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Today’s word is “whisper.” Β Photos: left, taken on our trip to Alaska; right by Jesse Miksic.
May the spirit and hope of Martin Luther King, Bobby Kennedy, Barrack Obama, and John Lewis infuse our land.

68 thoughts on “. . . and their spirits shall descend

  1. dornahainds January 16, 2017 / 10:44 am

    So hauntingly beautiful. 🌹🌹🌹

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  2. BjΓΆrn Rudberg (brudberg) January 16, 2017 / 2:46 pm

    The topless buildings .. first I read tall building topples (interesting what spelling can do) Love the conceit where you have to see those low clouds

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 11:46 am

      Sometimes the eye sees what is not there πŸ™‚

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  3. whimsygizmo January 16, 2017 / 3:11 pm

    YES. May those powerful whispers be what we listen to. LOVE this, Lill.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:45 pm

      Thanks — LOVE this prompt! πŸ™‚

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  4. Victoria Young January 16, 2017 / 3:20 pm

    The reason why the whisper works better than the loud is because the whisper is respectfully waiting for you when your ready and it’s willing to get into the trenches with you.

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  5. whippetwisdom January 16, 2017 / 3:31 pm

    A wonderful write Lillian, I love your ‘windows moist with deeds past’ awaiting ‘a new awakening’

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  6. kanzensakura January 16, 2017 / 4:00 pm

    The still small voice, the whisper…love the tall buildings awaiting a new awakening. Great Write Lillian!

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:47 pm

      Misty fog in country side and cities too — whispers of hope — hoping all will do the right thing. Glad you enjoyed.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:47 pm

      Yes — hope is indeed a powerful phenomenon!

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  7. Victoria C. Slotto January 16, 2017 / 4:23 pm

    When I worked in a certain nursing environment, sometimes there would be altercations and yelling among the patients. The only way to get them to stop was to whisper so they would have to cease and desist to listen. I believe that was a key to Gandhi’s success with non-violent protest. Just my opinion.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:49 pm

      Oh Victoria — I so agree. I always used the phrase, “Use your words,” when my children at very young ages would scream those high-pitched screams. And then later, as they grew older, we had many a talk about how people listen when one talks more quietly rather than yelling — which can make people turn a “deaf” ear. πŸ™‚

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:53 pm

      Oh my…..thank you so very much for posting this song…love the music and love the words. Had never heard it. Thank you thank you!!!

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  8. Misky January 16, 2017 / 4:45 pm

    Such a calm feel to this, and yet we all know the havoc behind those misty windows.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:53 pm

      Exactly…..those moist misty windows….waiting for some ray of sun (hope) to change their views…

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  9. kim881 January 16, 2017 / 4:49 pm

    I often hear spirits whispering – my grandmother especially and hopefully my mum. I could have sworn she opened the glove compartment in my car on the way home from choir. And yes, there is no chain rattling. I love the images in the lines:
    ‘Whisper soft,
    they cling to mountains
    obscure city views,
    tall buildings topless
    windows moist with deeds past.’

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:56 pm

      So glad this spoke to you…whispered to you. I do think the spirits speak to us…come and sit with us at times. Sometimes it’s music that makes me feel my brother with me…at Christmas time when I spread a special table cloth on the table, I finger the cross-stitching on it and I can see and hear our dear Aunt Flo who made this. She was a Commander in the Navy and worked with Admiral Nimitz…she was a tough one and just as soft and wonderful and special too.

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  10. welshstream January 16, 2017 / 4:55 pm

    A beautiful capture of the essential heart of this prompt .. love the thought of obscured city views where you’re left listening to whispers!

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:57 pm

      I sometimes think there are whispers all around us if we’d but tile our heads a listen a bit more carefully πŸ™‚

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  11. frankhubeny January 16, 2017 / 5:24 pm

    The best spirits don’t rattle chains. All of a sudden one hears them and understands.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:58 pm

      Yes — and there are those that have cast off the shackles given to them in life and they whisper of new hope to us…of calm and peace and understanding born from their paving the way.

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  12. sanaarizvi January 16, 2017 / 5:33 pm

    A most heart stirring write, Lillian ❀️ especially love “They await a new awakening renewed warmth of will, a dawn of hope.” I believe!❀️

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:59 pm

      Fog and rain and thunder and snow — nature’s appearances in the midst of the concrete.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 1:59 pm

      The tears of what has past…waiting for the sun, a ray of hope to clear the way.

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  13. Iris January 16, 2017 / 8:26 pm

    Complete perfection. I love the first couple of lines … and the idea that a building might be topless (shirtless). For some reason, that just makes me giggle. πŸ™‚ On a more serious note, the idea of one’s will having a temperature is lovely. I very much like thinking that yours is warm.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:00 pm

      Would that I could spread the rays of sun to everyone — not that is a wish! πŸ™‚

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:01 pm

      So glad you enjoyed. I truly believe, even in the face of adversity, one must march forward with home. We cannot go backwards.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:01 pm

      Each dawn presents that possibility — would that it be so.

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  14. lynn__ January 16, 2017 / 9:13 pm

    A beautiful tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream…hope it becomes reality.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:02 pm

      His words still stir so many. I think of the title of Barrack Obama’s book, The Audacity of Hope.

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  15. Kay January 16, 2017 / 9:16 pm

    I love how this begins a bit eerily, but takes the reader on a journey to hope. Lovely imagery, Lillian. πŸ’œ

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:02 pm

      I believe we must always move toward hope — even in the face of adversity.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:03 pm

      A beautiful comment — thank you, Truedessa.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:03 pm

      As that famous line goes, “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.”

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      • maria January 19, 2017 / 12:58 am

        And to that, I agree. πŸ™‚

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  16. C.C. January 16, 2017 / 10:58 pm

    Timely tribute and we are overdue for the dawn of hope, I’d say πŸ™‚

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:04 pm

      We cannot let it die………we shall march forward on Saturday January 21st, because we cannot go backwards. And I say this in reference to much more than simply women’s rights.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:05 pm

      I am always happy to hand out sun rays of hope! πŸ™‚

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  17. Bryan Ens January 17, 2017 / 10:59 am

    “whisper” does lend itself nicely to fog! Lovely poem and photos!

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:05 pm

      Thank you, Bryan. Was it Carl Sandburg who wrote of fog creeping in like a cat?

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  18. Shamsud January 17, 2017 / 11:08 am

    Wow! renewed warmth of will,
    a dawn of hope. I love everything in this poem

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:06 pm

      So glad you enjoyed. We must all have hope — every day there is a new dawn if we will just embrace it. πŸ™‚

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  19. othermary January 17, 2017 / 4:27 pm

    Beautiful verse, and a lovely sentiment. I hope our land can be infused with the spirit of those good men too. I don’t think we’ve ever needed it more.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 2:07 pm

      I so agree. I shall march in Boston on Saturday, January 21st. I just finally made my sign to carry, after much much deliberation. “We march forward because we will not go backwards.”

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  20. Linda Kruschke January 18, 2017 / 5:44 pm

    I love the topless buildings. It reminds me of our trip to California two weeks ago. We stayed in San Diego, on the 17th floor overlooking the harbor (which we could barely see when we arrived at night.) The next morning when the fog and clouds had cleared we were surprised that to the left of our hotel was another tall building being built but we could not see much but the very bottom the night before.

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    • lillian January 18, 2017 / 10:32 pm

      Your story here reminds me of a foggy night in Provincetown…we woke up to fog also. Then when we went to our deck windows after the sun broke, were shocked to see a big cruise ship parked in the ocean! Like it had dropped from the skies! πŸ™‚

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  21. katiemiafrederick January 19, 2017 / 9:38 am

    i must say.. a non-verbal God is
    what i see most in A FoRest
    aWay from
    sky-scrapers
    that take away
    the sun of liGht
    as liVing liGht
    iN roots
    that
    live
    up.. far away
    from all these
    words.. i whisper
    a dance oF liFe
    that
    never
    ends
    aLiVe.. noW as
    SonG oF FeAT..Now..:)

    WiNks that’s
    52 words..
    a Full
    Deck..
    Happy
    now to you.. FriEnd Lillian..:)

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  22. Rosemary Nissen-Wade January 22, 2017 / 4:53 am

    The gentleness of this piece exemplifies the message.

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    • lillian January 22, 2017 / 6:35 pm

      So very glad you enjoyed, Rosemary.

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