Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

My Whisperer

He comes in the night in the breeze 
Through branches of a cottonwood tree
Faeries travel on his tails, laughing excitedly

I am fast asleep, tight and safe, cuddled in fleece
Having no conscious idea this is where 
He is whispering ideas to me for tomorrow’s poems.





Written 6-10-2020
Contest: Whisper to Me
Sponsor: Regina Ridddle

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Ilene Bauer June 10, 2020 at 3:14 PM it's wonderful to have a whisperer, caren! i have one, too, but he or she only visits occasionally in the night... Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2020 at 9:55 AM I often hear the last line of a poem in the morning by lose it within seconds.

Aditi Mishra June 10, 2020 at 2:51 PM Oh this is so lovely Caren! A secret whisperer to your muse that brings smiles on many faces :) Much love and blessings Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2020 at 9:55 AM Thank you Aditi I appreciate your stopping by

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 10, 2020 at 12:15 PM Love this! And not just because I love any poem with a cottonwood in it ;), xomo Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2020 at 9:56 AM I love cottonwoods too! When I was ten my daddy built me a tree house about twenty feet up in the crook of two cottonwood trees; I have always loved them ever since. This is where I used to read 7 books a day.

Gershon Wolf June 10, 2020 at 11:47 AM Nice... but just one question: Is Trixie a tad jealous of 'The Whisperer?' LOL. Sweet, Caren! :) gw Caren Krutsinger June 11, 2020 at 9:56 AM Trixie is in no way to EVER KNOW ABOUT the WHISPERER! ever!