Poetry, we write poems, wordle



in the color of red rust
a tranquil desert stirs
subdued sands take a breath

windswept written wander
fecund secrets code entwined
belongings from the branded soul
a thousand grains the blue delta of paradise

landlocked pavilion filled with fortune
a shiver of blood and bone beneath
the laird of flesh observes no one in the afterlife

espry the night coolness run
the crystallized gift of innocence
susurrate low in the shifting valleys
driftwood life stays the coyote confines

remote cerulean canopy of stars
tear down interior fences
open aperture drinks with unquenchable thirst

counting rooms in the nautilus depth
the sound of the sea roars
plumes of petition incarnate
stilled needs flaming disturbance
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we write poems: wordle no 7. the places i go with the wwp wordless… love it…!!!


2 thoughts on “collectingShells.wwp

  1. All those deserts that were oceans and all the oceans where the earth breaches up bubbling to become islands…

    Fantastical! Those wordles take us to places we thought of only in our dreams.

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