The third week of school is coming to an end. Routines are falling into place, schedules have been ironed out, and most of the tears have dried up. Throughout these hectic weeks, it’s been challenging for me to get my act together at home and find time for writing. I’ve been jotting notes like mad, and keep telling myself that I’ll have time today, I’ll get up early…. You know how that goes!
This Myra Cohn Livingston poem captures the feeling I’ve had as thoughts and ideas keep whispering to me.
Whispers
Whispers
tickle through you ear
telling things you like to hear.
Whispers
are as soft as skin
letting little worlds curl in.
Whispers
come so they can blow
secrets others never know.
This would be a perfect poem to share with young writers as they also settle into the routine of writing every day and learn to keep their eyes and ears open for ideas waiting to be put into words.
Be sure to visit Renee at No Water River for today’s Poetry Friday Round Up.
Reading to the Core 
Lovely poem. I hope life settles in quickly and you find the writing routine that brings you joy.
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I LOVE your Friday poems! Thank you so much for finding them and sharing. I’m hearing those whispers too with so many “little worlds” spinning around me as well as within. What a beautiful way to consider them.
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“letting little worlds curl in.” – magic.
Thanks so much for sharing, and all best wishes as the new-school-year dust settles.
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I love the word whispers, a sound so soft it tickles.
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I am printing this poem out right now for inspiration! Thanks so much for sharing it! = )
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Love this, Catherine – especially as words to whisper aloud to our kids as they leave the meeting area and get ready to write.
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I’m having a hard time holding onto my morning writing time and missing long afternoons spent revising and re-revising. Like you, I have lots of notes and very rough drafts, and a desire for more!
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I love this poem, Catherine. I often say that the voice inside needs to float and land on paper. Does it whisper to me and others?
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My writing routing seems to change all the time but the whispers follow me into the shadows. Thanks for sharing this poem.
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