Blown
It whistles a soft melody, this whisper of the wind.
Sings a mysterious lullaby, seemingly without end.
We do not know its language, but know it well by Braille.
It makes a tangle of our hair and swells our vessel’s sail.
It blows into a tempest that hurls us off our course.
Where it once took us willingly, it takes us now by force.
It is that infinite mystery whose answer is unknown
until someday, perhaps, when we arrive at where we’re blown.
The prompts for today are: unknown whisper infinite lullaby
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/29/fowc-with-fandango-unknown/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/29/rdp59-whisper/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/07/29/daily-addictions-2018-week-30/(infinite)
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/29/lullaby/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You made me think about poetry and so I sort of wrote one. Sort of.
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Now that is something, Marilyn, as I know you don’t like poetry as a general rule. Are you talking about your Whispering piece or one you haven’t put on your blog yet? As for the Whispering..Try to get hold of a “Chicken Soup for the Soul” book, “Dreams and the Unexplainable.” I have a piece in it, but that’s not why I’m telling you to read it. It has so many examples of what you describe in your “Whispers” piece.
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I’m no poet, but I do love to express myself through them so write them.
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This is exquisitely beautiful!
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Poets of the world you amaze me, it’s a really clever thing to do. This is lovely too.
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Thank you, Shrawley.
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This is lovely, Judy. It has the feel of a classic.
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My cousin would be running to the bathroom’s mirror to check her hair after reading this. Enjoyed!
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