One Shot 54 ~ The Whispering

What a wild and eventful week it's been!  With so many new projects on the go, it's nice to come back to safe and true! This week's Oneshot was written on the fly...but it was written! :)
I was also given the opportunity to preview the cover for my book, just before quitting time today, and it was even better than I could have hoped! Coming soon to a Tashtoo Parlour near you! :)

So as me and hubby head out to celebrate 14 years of wedded bliss (Mind you, singing the Guns N' Roses tune of the same name this morning didn't go over well! lol) I leave you with my little poem.  It's OneShotWednesday Eve my friends, and I urge you to read, write, and and join us for some of the best poetry being written on the web!

The Whispering

I hear things, you know

Late into the evening

When the house has quieted

I wouldn’t really call it voices

But rather, simply

A constant white noise

Where  by I cannot enjoy the silence,

Though I crave it.

There is pressure

An urge to release

As the night unfolds.

So seldom do I get this

This alone time…

But until the paper is marred

Until my pen bleeds

The whispering owns all.