Sunday Whirl : wordle 216
really ripe reality
sprouts simple and soft
along two dotted lines
sunshine drizzle
sheets of unbelievable
the seashore waves
whispering wind wander
furthering far footsteps
zephyr sea breeze downpour
traveling silhouette
veiled heart beat
4 steps farther
forever glimmering face
6 seashells strong
from birth and beyond itself
it was late, real late
the car broke down
so we had to walk
a long way walk
before long we were at the gate
fumbling with the latch
finally opened, all fret forgotten
carrying the both of us
we staggered homeward
passing the old tree
a sleepy owl suddenly
rose out of the dark night
his wingspan wide with wind
unaware we’re almost there
entwined at the crossroad of way past midnight
the closed space around us opens
unfastened fields that happen to flower
crocus sprouting white snow falling
first day glistening bloom
tiny threads of thoughts and thorns
a captured embrace compose
new found fevor flowering notes
hidden in his late night harmony
turning towards home
the last corner comes
beckoning as singing birds
too tired to press
suicide slumber swift
the feel of far away
the distant steps of mud stirring
sunday whirl: wordle 186
sunday whirl: no 185 wordle
rain, grey, cold, satisfied, standing, joy, spark, way, burn, slash, jaded, sun
fall’s first flame
shines as a satisfied
summer sunburn
standing out in a
cold grey rain
wet walking a long way
flash the slash summer’s fall
just now jaded
soon to be translated
feeling first that spark
within a warm firelight
joy’s first bark
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.
prisoner of childhood
secret diamond crazy
shadow of a small tree
steel clouds passing
returning red balloons
chattering laughter alights
rumbling lightning crack
stranger seer shine
rattling religion
backyard swings
high in the sky
having a go at sunday whirl : wordle 183
awakened…
one need invisible haunt
illuminates the nebulous night
small moon manifest so surely
apprehend…
nestled in marvelous remote
sustaining a lifeless omission
a quicksand quiet disturbance
aware…
sobering surreal impact
a dozen scenes frolic with foresight
half the price from yesterday
absorb…
storm stewing atmosphere
a dozen trigger-happy wants
night and day diversion
assuage…
distant destinations litter the heavens
here underneath the blue pool remains
another lap divine pushes off
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sunday whirl: wordle no 143
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
