A Whisper in The Silence

[Bob Pacey]

A Whisper In The Silence;

Upon this barren land you spread you tendrils far and wide
imprinting tentacles of death on cobweb skin.
Like white sails clouds drift above us devoid of any rain
we watch each day but hope is growing thin.

The barren land is baking with no ending now in sight
the mind's eye conjures images so grand.
When once the wet came ever year, on that you could rely
now there is no certainty out on the land.

Five years we have endured this and it's so hard to go on
when your very life depends upon the rain.
The seasons are but fingers now of memories long gone
it's enough to send a weaker man insane.

But within this heart of darkness there is still a hope that soon
the rains will come and wash away our fear.
The land will bloom again and reward us then threefold
I know that precious time is drawing near.

Each night I lie upon my bed and close my eyes to sleep
with images of land so lush and green.
A whisper in the silence, was that the sound of rain?
or a memory of just what might have been.

Bob Pacey ©

[Shelley Hansen]

Wow, Bob! This is one of your best. So topical and so simply expressed, yet so effective.

Cheers, Shelley

[Bob Pacey]

Thanks Shelley had a bit of time spare this morning. still raining up here in patches.


Bob

[Shelley Hansen]

We had a doozy of a storm last night. Yesterday was stinking hot, no breeze at all, very humid. Storm came out of nowhere, very strong wind gusts, just over 50 mm rain in about 30 minutes. Hail a bit to the south of us. A little cooler today thank goodness.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Totally agree with what Shelley said Bob - I to think this is a standout

[Catherine Lee]

Me too Bob - this is definitely one of your best poems. You paint the images and feelings so well with these words, and I'm loving those last two lines!

[alongtimegone]

Yes ... a poem for the times. Good one Bob.
Wazza