Hello, my delightful digital friends!

This week’s poem seeks to convey some dense themes in just 31 words.

An homage, if you will, to a surrealistic “less is more” stylization.

Especially, when you don’t count the 4 repeated words, there’s really only a stingy 27 words.

As someone who spends a great deal of time stylizing much of his work as a New Formalist, this poem represented a serious creative challenge for me.

And I personally adore the result. But who cares what I think?

I’m most interested in hearing your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to the poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the bottom of this page.

-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️

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windborn susurrations    

–  –  – tremolo earache  

fledgling frequencies

ancient obsequies

rumors of madness

whispers in the night  

crane neck into cool breeze   

– – listen……… shh. listen.  

it’s only wind

it was always – only –       



  1. The wind whisper’s her secrets, howls her angry rage and simmers in silence. The wind always is, we always are.
    Love this,

  2. Windborn susurrations and “shhh” are such clever onomatopiea for the wind. You really know how to deploy all the literary devices Pat. This whole poem is such a lovely ear tickle, definitely not an earache. Love it!

    1. Any time a comment has the words “onomatopoeia” and “ear tickle” in it, it quickly becomes my fav comment ever. Hehe. Thanks, Naomi! 💙🙏🏻🌹🍷✨

  3. “The poet’s words dance on the wind, whispering secrets in our ears, giving voice to an ethereal symphony. Truly, this poem captures the elusive beauty of the intangible and leaves us longing for more.”

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