she leaned into
wondering if the
faint sounds were
his hands smoothing
maybe it was just the
rustling of her gown
against the sheets-
she couldn’t sleep or
tremble away the
brush of the unknown
© Pamela Rossow
29 thoughts on “White Noise”
Oooh got a little shiver with that last line!
But I like that you leave it open to what it could be…
Each time I reread your lines, it just makes my mind race at all the possibilities of what it could be! =)
Take care, Que
We’re sometimes haunted when we least expect it and caught unaware–
You never know what the future holds!
love the mystery of this!
Thanks so much!
Hypnotic poem and great photograph. I’m glad we connected. Great post.
Thanks, Eliz 🙂
I have been so blessed in recent days to find writers who I enjoy, and voices I want to keep hearing… yours is definately one of them.
You seem to have an amazing relationship with imagery… paint me envious and call me Sally.
Awh, I’m glad you enjoyed your visit :-). Thanks for stopping over. Ha-ha, really now, Robin. I shall call you by name. 😉
This is lovely post 🙂
full of longing. you beautifully captured that wholehearted yearning.
Beautiful poetry – love it!
When I read it the first time the verse sounded dreamy. I read it again, and was surprised to note that this time I found it slightly chilling. Interesting.
I’m glad, actually. It was supposed to be both! 🙂
trembling away the brush of the unknown…leaning into listening… very carefully woven atmosphere here…much enjoyed
Oooohhh. “Tremble away the brush of the unknown”… haunting. Are you trying to make us unable to sleep? LOL xo
Love ya, girl. Lol, noooo! Please do sleep. Dream of turtle princes. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
ONE KISS 🙂
Beautiful euphony of title, image, body; quiet as a held breath.
Thanks, Noel. Lovely description. She was holding her breath actually. 🙂
she leaned into
Now that is imagery that makes me ponder and …..