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Whispering Winds

WHISPERING WINDS Whispering winds, I hear them call Rustling leaves heed to my senses Go quick, before the cold night fall Whispering winds, I hear them call As listen not to the animals’ wrawl Their ploy to lessen your defences Whispering winds, I hear them call Rustling leaves heed to my senses Indiana Shaw . . . "My first bash at a Triolet" . . . ; )

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Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 8/1/2021 8:54:00 AM

The dark night, alive with whisperings, rustlings and wrawling, is vividly captured in my mind through your awesome imagery, Indiana. I enjoyed this immensely. :D

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/31/2021 9:42:00 PM

I loved your theme and your mastery of the form, Indiana. I'm not sure about the word "wrawl," but it sounds good to me! I love this form, and I loved your poem.

Indiana Shaw
Date: 8/1/2021 1:26:00 AM

Thanks Milton, it was the first time I had come across this poetic form, I had to check on the poem's structure first, Wrawl, (British) it means an animal cry, or howl, don't stop for them, it’s a ploy, I wrote it after reading “Christuraj Alex’s” poem, “Why do frogs croak aloud” . . . ; )