Poetry / Poets

Wounded Whisper by Dawnell Harrison

My wounded whisper
Breathes on its own

Accord.
I do not tell it what to do.

The winter freezes the arc
Of my pain as time bends

And unbends the hours
Away like a lonely willow

Tree in the wind.
The arc of the sky is calling

Me with its red and oranges
As the fractured lights sets
Upon my face.

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One thought on “Wounded Whisper by Dawnell Harrison

  1. Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 100 magazines and journals including The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Vox Poetica, Queen’s Quarterly, The Vein, Word Riot, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, Absinthe: A journal of poetry, and many others.

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