One can see whispers before one hears them. They are not conspicuous, but if attentive, they become visible. They drift like thin smoke, creeping through the air—barely luminescent vapors concealing vague murmurs of hidden truths or innuendo.
A whisper conveys familiarity, a breathy sharing of heat and confidence and barely-masked affection. A whisper hints, perhaps, at a prelude to intimacy, like verbal foreplay couched in careful suggestions laden with double entendre.
Thank you, Juan, for your uplifting comment! Mary Lou, yes, sometimes our whispers are imaginary conversations; they can be foul and toxic conversations, but sometimes they are conversations we need to have with ourselves to recovery our sanity and our humanity.
And sometimes we whisper to ourselves instead of speaking our thoughts out loud. The conversations in our mind that should be spoken to the subject of our whispers. The seeds of these thoughts grow with the misunderstanding fertilizing them into a large weed that crowds out friendship.
This is excellent! This is poetry…..I can feel the description!