Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

the effort

wordle318

1 dining in silence
hears the chatter echo
and the clatter roar

that soft rattle sound
near to the bottom
close to the endless

observing the chase
not unnoticed hope
comes to a crossroads

brace for a beginning
a chain unlocked
1 ding of distraction

faux fighting funk
feeling unhinged,
another rebel in ruin
1 pen misplaced

note to self: the cellphone is a story line not so much the people..
sunday whirl wordle 318

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1day.part10

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sunday whirl : wordle 232

there’s not much left
a small loss here
a slap that stings there
angels watching
shiver from the cold

some days pass
with little pause
counting scars
instead of stars
there’s so much to remember

love gasps at sleeps escape
desire dials a different dream
darkness snare gathers no dust

notes to self: the real dark side of family and the holidays … thank goodness all has passed…

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serious.stroll

whiteowl
sunday whirl: wordle 227
photo: white owl, autobon society

with winter wings
naked clarity stalks

searing silent echoes
lurking anamnesis whistles

a red river flies
flowing fast and free

wary world floating
a want walks away

towards the open plains
inside the wind blows

small writings….. staring out an open winter window, an image stood clearly of one room full of adventure as if  taking a leisure stroll through one’s life in a snapshot.

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Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

probably.so

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sunday whirl wordle no 219

i swear i know every single one
the familiar flush
the perfect press of weight
just enough to claim quietly

the list is long
written in lovely left lingo
only to share with you who know
know the nexus of never-Neverland

who comes to call and collect
that wilderness wind
who whinnies in whispers
tender time, no threats, breathless talk,

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light travel

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Sunday Whirl: Wordle 213

red wine woman
she sips with hollow eyes
a puzzle piece missing

one winner won
startled she slips
a stinging red stain

watching wearily
hidden heart divine
wicked winner he smiles

chiseled charm abstract
lucid lips pucker
he simply won’t do

stepping through
another open door
luminous light beckons

feckless contemplation
foreign sounds allure
there’s no going back

superior view
she decides to stay
dumb luck stumble

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