scatter the stark sight that sees
intimate concrete circle
sorrowful strain secretes so silent

built by bare homeless hands
striking pounding quiet queer
desperate deeds race with no end

illuminate the isolate
open window wallow
un-hitch the tether tight

purchase a longing perhaps
bent by being a body bare
incentive invitation signed sincerely

deciding not to go
already there, waiting
the guest list grows

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sunday whirl: wordle no 121

….places some people go time and time again, while others never not once. nor notice… 

2 thoughts on “sundaywhirl.intrados

  1. Geraldine says:

    following your blog now!

  2. very good use of the wordle… isn’t it fun to see where a group of words will take our poetry? such fun… have a great day~

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