Wind howls through my mind,
tearing a treacherous path,
driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape
erodes before me.
What can this mean?
What’s next?
A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.
“Come…”
And through the howling wind,
I go.
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Quadrille, 44 words excluding title, containing some form of “whisper.” This one also goes for De’s challenge of “whisperingly.” Try your own and enjoy others at
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Nicely done!❤️
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I like the idea of the mind as “a land too close to see”.
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The wind in a whisper. So evocative, Crystal. You have me thinking now. Thanks for that!
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Ah to see and seek the oasis spot amongst the prevailing winds…..
Enjoyed this very much!
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You listen to the whisper and step forward with courage…life is a wild journey!
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Intrusive thoughts can feel like a howling wind that one has to travel through to get to a land of peace. Wonderfully written! ❤
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I like that you go, courageously, through the howling wind to see what awaits!
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Sometimes the quickest way out is through. Trust is essential!
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