Today’s word prompt is ’whisper’. Come join us at 6am PST (2pm in the UK) for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.
Please feel free to add your dash piece to the comments section of this blog post below.
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N.B. Some call it hot penning or free writing, we like to call it a dash. If you are attending inworld, you’ll be provided with a word or picture prompt and the timer set for 15 minutes. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor. After the dash there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants.
If you can’t make the meet but want to dash later inworld, just set the timer and drop your notecard in the grey pencil by the caravan when you’re done. Anyone can click it for a folder of dashes from the day.
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silently upon the wind
the whispers come
they crawl
and mewl
their phantom rhymes
as hints
of times that
were
maybe
that cloud
the mind
in crystal gazes
howling
soft
into spirits
of future
foretelling
nothing
more
than the shades
of what wants
to
be
what wants
what mourns
for no reason
than
urges to
exist
beyond
the abyss
of undone
if only
only
if only
if
only
©2012 Queen Bluestar
My words do not scream
they twirl, they curl, and whisper–
Wrapped around your heart.
©2012 Jullianna Juliesse
“Whispers in the dark”
To describe conspiracies –
Paranoia reigns.
©2012 Danger Dave
Wandering through ancient sites,
the wind passing by
seems to be whispers
from ancient people
who lived here.
I’m partly in their world,
but not enough to see them.
It’s echoes of daily life–
Moms’ reminders to kids,
kids playing games,
Dads going to work.
I stand still
hoping they’ll come into focus.
Maybe next time.
©2012 Franja Russell
I want the sea
and a cabin built high
overlooking the white-tipped
line of the sky.
There I will sit
every hour of the day
whispering poems
while dolphins play.
High smoke filled buildings
are hateful to me.
I want a home
on a cliff oe’r the sea.
©2012 Uldene Bravin
don’t detract from the absolute isolation by caring, he whispered
you need me, he said
she polished her porcelain and was content
to be allowed her bonbons
©2012 Ginger Jorgental
Please stop arguing. I promise I won’t pull the tail of the kitten or flood the toilets in school. I won’t throw wet paper towels at the girls. I’ll eat all my greens…even the brussel sprouts. I won’t hide in Katie’s closet and jump out at her. I’ll tidy my room and the rat cage.
I can hear you crying now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I play up and wipe my face when you kiss me. I won’t drown Georgia’s dolls in the bath and poke their eyes out with a pencil. I’ll be polite to Aunt Maud. Can’t you see that I’m sorry?
I hear you whispering to Dad now, “Don’t go, Jim!” but he’s slammed the door and I can hear him in the garage. He’s starting up the car now. Please come back, Dad. I’m sorry…I’ll be a good boy from now on.
©2012 Harriet Gausman
Whispers unraveling
Magic words and touches
Disentangled hearts of whispered reflections
Go… Softly
Be still
©2012 Lizzie Gudkov
When the sea whispered
Of the butterfly’s flutter
Breath stilled for fish, fowl and fallible humans
©2012 Moonlight Summerwind
After scrubbing the latest sprays of vomit out of the carpet, I kneel down and whisper into the cat’s ear…
“Is it time?”
He doesn’t look up at first, his ears go back a bit, and I wonder…
He looks up. Meows twice.
Slowly, he gets to his feet.
Tail pointing happily to the sky, wandering off to the food bowl again.
“He’ll tell you when it’s time,” the vet had said.
All the pills hidden in treats and bits of chicken
All the bottles of carpet stain remover.
I’m exhausted, and I feel guilty for wishing he’d say:
“Now.”
Poignant, to say the least, in R. Crap’s post about his hope for his cat to whisper “Now.” My little gray-wolf cat finally looked me straight in the eyes, with her still vibrant, emerald-green ones, and said “now” directly, just over two years ago. Well said, Crap; I wish you all the best and am sorry for your loss as it comes.
The word “whisper” did produce a thoughtful variety of expression. Lovely.
i think everyone does a fine job here and just wanted to make that known.
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