Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

probably.so

219

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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3WW

dialogue

bones weekly three word wednesday
3WW No 79 prompt: glass, question, token
photo: openwindow, denise4264, photobucket

open window

placed in a clear glass jar
a token gesture
set aside
the
question
remained looming
unclaimed

seasons circled
days drifted
the open window
waited

ageless with
anticipation
existing long after
the answer mattered

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