Seven whispers
For in silhouette hours
Little iron gifts
—
Listen to the tears
Shriek down the phone
Turn the key
Lie on the ground
Breathe the mist
Drown in the fog
Realize the transgression
—
Life is too thin
Air is too cheap
Disperse
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Written for Poets United
Life From A Park Bench 
This is a cool poem. The last stanza is interesting. The poem is so heavy and then in the last stanza we’re reminded how fragile it all is.
Gasp. Your seven whispers resonated with me in the light of decreased space to move and breathe –literally and figuaratively. So vivid, it’s devastating. Transgressions, small and large, make me want to dissolve into a healing balm that might make a difference.
“for in silhouette hours little iron gifts”. Wow, those lines really hit me. As does the constrained breathing in the second stanza. Very powerful writing, Alan.
Lying on the floor is a way to catch a hold of the situation…sometimes we must let the whispers settle before we can address them…a powerful piece that certainly resonates
Oh my, this sounds quite dire…with the shrieking on the phone, drowning in the fog, and some transgression (which makes me very curious – wondering about the backstory).
The realization of one’s mistake can be as devastating to you as the one you have hurt. Especially when you realize you have lost something so very precious you find it hard to breathe. Great poem.
Got the feeling that this was letting go of frustrations that trap us as if in claustrophobic enclosed spaces.
It’s a powerful summation of man’s emotion and what it means to be a person.Lovely…
The mention of transgressions makes me also think of the seven deadly sins.
I am just speechless, words cant express what I felt. Take A Bow!
Very nice flow.