sunday whirl, wordle

footprints

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sunday whirl: wordle 184

free falling from the blue sky her feet touch earth. barely audible only the birds appear to notice.

wearing her favorite dress with thirteen red poppies and a frivolous decision to wear summer sandals, the journey took a toll, there was a slight unforeseen tear.

her earthbound roots forever etched to her soul at times called out with little rest. strange how the root now ancient and gnarled still spoke with strength pulling her in a direction her literary heart was bound to.

carrying the heavy parcel her journey was soon to end once she delivered the grateful package.

with speedy recovery the words gathered in a whirlwind thanked her in apocalyptic sincerity knowing what was unknown to her.

in the midst of the wind whispering moments pass leaving faded few sprinkled inklings of her mortal epilogue.

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engage.wordle142

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just behind the quiet clouds
with feather floating finery
peers a morning moon spare and white

spacious in sound a whisper dismounts
settling softly nearby in open might
as a gentle man’s touch splashdown caress

distracted by ornamental open skies
the beckoning blues silently slip away
visceral expect not disappointment’s flickering light

dream driving west
struck by the stirring
so simple a soliloquy
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sunday whirl  wordle 142

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water wedged

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i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings

so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles

untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver

sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side

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one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood

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