The night is full of whispers… (poem) by Peter J. Oszmann on AuthorsDen

The night is full of whispers…
by Peter J. Oszmann → (All Poetry by Peter J. Oszmann)
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Last chords from the organ dissolve in the night, The brass Cross with Christ mirrors the candlelight; A church full of worshippers… The evening mass ended, the faithful depart… In the darkness outside a knife pierces a heart… The night is full of whispers… Moon hangs in the night sky like overripe cheese. A woman begs softly: “Oh, don’t hurt me please…” Beware of the abusers! Black bruises round the eyes, swollen are the lips, The face is distorted from all the hardships… The night is full of whispers… Deep darkness cloak the arches underneath the bridge, The pavement is littered with discarded garbage… A shelter full of paupers… In subdued soft voice of an old puppeteer One hears a sonnet of William Shakespeare… The night is full of whispers… Champaign and chocolate by the bed on a tray, Soft moans and hot passions enhance the foreplay… Playground for adulterers… Somewhere a mother is turning off the light: “Your dad is busy in the office tonight...” The night is full of whispers… An old man wakes abruptly from a nightmare. Live skeletons dance around him everywhere. He sits up shakes and whimpers. Almost every night’s a returning ordeal, The old war wounds of his soul will never heal… The night is full of whispers… Light creates shadows and darkness hides the light. When the daytime despairs reach into the night, Shadows come alive… so it seems… The light and the shadow… two halves make a whole… Darkness can invade into the brightest soul… The night is full of silent screams… © P. J. Oszmann (2003) © Illustration created in Photoshop (2005)

Reviewed by Claywoman (Reader)

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

This poem is awesome Peter!!! It is almost a Gothic poem and it conjures up images that are hard to get rid of easily...Your poetry grows with every posting!!!

Reviewed by Danielle Mundy

whew..this was great!!! Have to say I was expecting a horror poem with that title, but this was better (and actually, a true life horror story about human nature in general) Excellent.

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)

Reviewed on April 27, 2005

Peter
This is an excellent poem!
So truthful and frightening.

The light and the shadow...two halves make a whole...

Superb! Excellent!
Thanks Peter,
Tracey

Reviewed by Linda Roman

Darkness can invade into the brightest soul…
love this line...
Excellent !!!

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on April 25, 2005

Ah so dark and excellent, very powerful and excellent poetry,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Reviewed on April 24, 2005

Chilling, captavating flows wonderfully adding to the intensity of this piece.

Paul;-]

Reviewed by Henry Stevens

Reviewed on April 23, 2005

Very strong poem. Stark images. Disturbingly realistic. Good work. Henry

Reviewed by jude forese

exceptionally captivating, brilliant poem ...

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

the ending echoes that thought wave the moves soundlessly throughout this entire write with the poets whisper of the darkness.

Reviewed by Mary Quire

This is very inventive (and haunting). Very nicely done.

M.Rose

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

chilling but very well done, peter! bravo!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Yours is a good voice. Yours is a voice that knows secrets. Yours is a voice which also understands the meaning of human nature, or subnature as it were. Yours is a voice I like.

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Haunting and chillingly real, Peter. Reminds me of the song, "Gimme Shelter" by the Stones. Yes, "two halves make a whole" and the "brightest soul" you speak of would not 'be' without the darkness...

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Peter,

A chilling write of things that go bump in the night. Exceptional flow and rhyme keep the reader engrossed and leaves them gasping for breath. Very well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)