Master whisperer

Listen an' quiver hear the Master in the wind
in that swift breeze, where he whispers about
you an' I what you an' I may not see

he even whispers where a king resides,
in its corridors, in a chamberlain's chamber
in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's pots
an' pans


or in the most sensitive ear of al when
a warlord comes to call, and not only a
whisperer is he a listener

his might rests upon all the global land, his
whispers are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war
are his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver, if you know the master
he protects whatever interest he has might
you confess

a silenced whisper will remove the threat
from whatever confession you ever had
or he whispers less

and you will remain in his servitude might
you flee his might will find you even in a
hollow tree

where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need and without
mercy

will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead
leafs or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody

will ever believe you're the residu,
The Master Whisperer
leaves

(c) JR. 2017

That Survivor

when the sun comes down
the heat is out and the horizon
is in rest a swift breeze will find
me

life comes back to me lifts me up
puts me down back on my feet I wil
always try to be that survivor

and yet some of us will try but won't succeed
and life will always be that bit harder to live

                                                                                2017

2018

my ferns they didn't last 

(c) JR. 2018 photo's JR.

Master whisperer

listen an' quiver
hear 'the master' in the wind
in that swift breeze where he
whispers abpout you an' I what
you an' I may noy see

he even whispers where a king
resides in its corridors in a chamberlain's
chamber,  in a nobleman's bed, in a kitchen's
pots an' pans or in the most sesitive ear of all

when a warlord comes to call
not only a whisperer is he a listener his might
rests upon all the global land his whispers
are ev'rywhere and the spoils of war are
his profit written in the sand

listen an' quiver
if you know the master he protects
whatever interest he has might you
confess

a silenced whisper
will remove the threat from whatever
confession you ever had or he whispers less
and you will remain in his servitude

might you flee his might
will find you even in a hollow tree
where again he will become as the wind
a strong breeze a gale if need

and without mercy
will deposite you under a fallen tree's dead leaves
or leave you somewhere on a remote
wasteland where nobody will ever
believe you're 'the residu'

'The Master Whisperer'

leaves

(c) JR. 2017