There’s no need to raise your voice here. You don’t have to convince anybody of anything, and you don’t have to attract anyone’s attention
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
I hear you,
whisper
in the long grass
and in, the reeds
along, the banks.
I hear you,
whisper
in the leaves, of the
trees
and (in) the beards of those
who ride long,
and hard.
I hear you,
whisper
in the (endless) night,
when the stars,
fall,
and (yes)
I hear you, whisper
when you, are
gone.
whisper
This week, my poetry prompt is only a whisper
andy townend 
Whispers of grass, whisper of words — wonderful imagery.
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Oh god, I am in love with this piece. It takes me to a different place, makes me feel safe and loved. I know it’s weird, but some poems have that warmth and I think this one does too. 🙂
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Wonderful poetry as ever! Lovely warm piece poetry. Here is my response, better late than never I guess! https://literaryfuzz.wordpress.com/2016/08/23/poetry-101-rehab-whisper/
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Beautiful!
I’ve run out of energy, lately, and so it’s been taking me longer to get through my list of what needs to be done. I wrote a poem, this week, that combines the “Smile” and “Whisper” prompts. I hope that you will enjoy it! http://wp.me/p5BCD4-w2
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What a wonderful piece of poetry! Here is my submission: https://noos2mee2.wordpress.com/2016/08/31/whispered-promise/
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