Premonition

Early morning I heard
a word
whispered
from somewhere
I couldn’t see.
Its impetus unknown
detracted not the least
from its clear sound.
My concern was
what it meant
as I moved into my day.

The word whispered
on the early morning air
was
trouble.

© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers

#3 for National Poetry Month

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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