broken whisper

Written for:  The Twiglets #144 – “a broken whisper”

If I whisper a promise
into your ear, and do not
follow through, is it a
broken promise or a broken

Her voice broke
in the middle
of a whisper.

he whispered
his undying love, while he
gazed at someone new

Into her ear, the young man whispered
how he would truly like to kiss her.
When she puckered her lips
she looked just like a fish–
wide-mouth bass–made him laugh.  Said she, ‘scram, mister’.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to broken whisper

  1. Jules says:

    Very good observations on ‘whisper’
    Delightful Limerick!


  2. Misky says:

    LOL! Hysterical limerick.


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