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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Mystical Strings 
Oh, yes. If anything can speak “whisperingly,” (and beautifully so), it is the wind. Love this, Crystal.
Go…love the adventure spirit ~
Well done Crystal.
ooooh. so intense!
I felt like this spoke of a feeling I’m familiar with, when I’m anxious about something, and possible paths all seem insurmountable, treacherous, scary. Except, sometimes I need to just leap….
“driving, destroying, demolishing…
The calm, cultivated landscape”
“A breeze speaks whisperingly
of a land too close to see.”
“And through the howling wind,
I go.”
These are my favorites.
you pulled off a whisperingly. kudos
“And through the howling wind,
I go.”
~ I wonder what lies ahead?
The image of a storm that settle into breeze comes before me. Maybe we just have to see the wind in that way to go on,
Love that whispered invitation to leave the chaos behind.