Poetry, sunday whirl, wordle

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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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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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magpie tales, Poetry

snowflakes.magpietales

Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, Bonnie Beechler

Hanging up curtains
winter weather snow falling
summer’s heat shadow

frosty walk rescue
snowdrift wandering white world
traces of time melt

hearing sounds of spring
awaken the sleepy dawn
tracks of time crisscross

laughter’s monologue
bygone boarder detritus
stowaway stories

flames of consciousness
notice not the waning want
crackling quiet

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magpie no 210, photo: Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler

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3WW, Poetry, poets united.verse first

untied.pu

dancing during intermission
drenched in the open seas
sunny stars burning bright
the ground slips away

swimming sensation of swaying
rhythmic tides excursion
playful harmony adrift

never-ending waves metamorphosis
revising the buried beast within
why would one aspire to reach shore

mermaid moments take flight
finding a future of freedom
the slurp of sea water signifies separation

poets united – midweek motif: success
three word Wednesday: aspire, beast, slurp

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