When whispered the wind
Upon that summer breeze
I heard his voice
Cry out to me.
The news we heard
Of his demise
Crushed our spirits
Our souls, our lives.
Our faith in God
Was torn apart
Our faith in man
Broke our heart.
When whispered the wind
I prayed to hear
The words he spoke
Not disappear.
Yet in a moment
They fade away
Leaving me alone
To curse and pray.
To soon was he taken
From his family
His pregnant wife, his child to be
Eyes of his shall never see.
Alone I sat
Upon the shore
Yet all was silent
Forever more.
Gone he’s now
For many a year
Still at times
I do hear
I feel the brush
Upon my skin
I fear the voice
Of the whispering wind.
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On August 30th 1989 my wife and I were on holidays when we recieved word of my cousins death. No information other than he was gone. I went for a walk and found a park. While I sat upon a bench, it was there I heard his voice.
I shared with my wife what he told me of his death. Which, upon our return home, was accurate.
I am unwilling to share more at this time perhaps one day. Other than to say he was more than a cousin, he was my brother.
if the wind should whisper
when it blows your way
what will you hear
what will it say.
- Jason Basaraba
About the Creator
JBaz
I have enjoyed writing for most of my life, never professionally.
I wish to now share my stories with others, lets see where it goes.
Born and raised on the Canadian Prairies, I currently reside on the West Coast. I call both places home.
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This has such a chirpy rhythm to it, which just makes the words land harder 😔
This is so heartbreaking, I knew it was about death when I read the 'forevermore' line, it reminded me of the Edgar Allen Poe piece. Well wrote and so precisely executed Jason!!
That author's note hit so hard I had to read the poem again. Heavy but beautiful. I cannot imagine the sensation of this experience but you do a wonderful job painting the scene. This really is a masterpiece.
Hauntingly beautiful, and a similar thing happened when my aunt passed, except I knew before it happened. It was on my birthday
Wow! I'm speechless. After making it through the heartfelt and tragic poem, the A/N took it to another level. Eerie, yet reassuring that their love is strong enough to break barriers. Excellent work, J.
The whispering wind became a mystery at first. Faceless and without feeling. But then I got to the end and it was as if you gave him not just an outline but also shading. I felt it deep in my soul when I read that someone was taken, not just from his wife but his pregnant wife and child to be. I felt the frustration of how unfair it all was. And how this could complicate a belief in God. These were words of mourning, and they still hum to me. Your words left a lasting impression. This was outstanding. Sending lots of hugs, love and comfort 🤗❤️
This is haunting and tender Jason! Sometimes the wind whispers what words cannot—listen, feel and hold it close.✨
Jason, this was so beautifully written. We never get over the lose of a close family member or friend. We just got used to it but the pain is always there.
j-bud— Horrible coincidence that’s exactly when my Rita Louise died// “Victims~Too” written by me with Pastor Randy & Doc Sherwood..! - My Respect - jk.in.l.a.
Gosh your experience of hearing his voice and what he said being accurate, hit me so hard. I'm so sorry for your loss 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Some connections run so deeply that not even death can break them. Thank you for sharing a sacred piece of your heart, Jason. This is a beautiful remembrance and elegy. I’m sorry for your loss.
This is such a beautifully moving piece. I’m so sorry about your loss, but I hope that you’ve found some catharsis by writing about it.
I'm so sorry you lost someone so special JBaz, but I am glad you held his presence and heard him.
Gorgeous work Jason! I felt the pain in this one! So sorry 4 your loss!
Jason this is an awesome poem 👏 ❤️. Sorry , about your cousin. May he rest in peace.
That’s a deeply moving piece, Jason. The pain and love in your words are felt so strongly, and the way you’ve tied memory to the whisper of the wind is beautiful and heartbreaking.
Oh what the wind will tell us if we’re willing to listen. A beautiful poem for a tragic moment
Well fuck I have shivers. What a masterpiece. I’m sorry for your loss my friend