Issue Thirty-One - Winter 2018

Whispers

By Richard L. Ratliff

In the wind that ruffles through the trees
I can find thoughts of you whispering to me
Memories like a great novel, love songs and themes
The morning sun works its way through the leaves
Like a taxi weaving through traffic
The breeze delivering a warming kiss to remind me of you
Blowing through the garden of my mind
all the flowers bow to the power of your memory
You tickle the hair on my arms, give me goose bumps
But it is not you; its just the wind
And I am sad as memories blow by
And the sun makes your shadow disappear

Copyright 2018 Ratliff

Richard Ratliff is a baby boomer, born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, whose Midwest ties are the foundation and setting for his poetry. He is a Purdue University graduate, with two years of engineering that turned into a degree in English Literature; he was also a two year letterman in wrestling. All of these eclectic combinations have given him a career as a boiler and combustion expert and poet.

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