Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle



impossible yet fierce
the pressure of possibilities
knocks and knocks

barking orders back to back
a might of imagination
happens to hear

without ears to listen
where weight weighs in
the pounds politely push

smoke ring blowing circles
ten timid voices climb to question
risk and reason remain

the promise of life
apostrophe might possess
broom sweeping scare of sagacity

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sunday whirl: wordle no 116


5 thoughts on “whirlin.away

  1. Nicely alliterated here, ms pie. I also like the turn it took. It is nice to see you at the whirl, I haven’t seen you in ages. How have you been?


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