Whisper Message

There is no hope
if I must shout
a gentle message that
is not the same
in anger
even a shush

I have a whisper of a plan
to save the world.

In a cakewalk
I wanted to show you
but you made me
stalk the bird
of your acceptance,
caged in requirements,
like a cat who measures
an opening to speak it
with a whisker brushing
brusque refusals

I have swallowed the bird,
who sings too much
from a staid repertoire; no one
listens to whispers anymore,
not any more than
purrs are heard
from a pearl
or a clam
stomached in vain
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert