sundaywhirl.call

the smell of a trick pawed at the tip of my tongue
brazen shape with a shine outlawed only in heaven

it was my only wish the exhilarating taste of a wayward whisper
a five point star packed with swift wings slicing through silence

the tight lipped pack unlocks a string of endless startling smiles
spare the flinch of motion this hand proclaims a purpose

queen’s cards red paint white roses whim
flattering five staring back the pet tiger growled
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sunday whirl wordle no 50

sunday. plan b

sunday whirl and sunday scribbling no 286 plan b

sensing the jostle of dawn approach
it was time to erase yesterday and
awaken today’s light

strolling sleepy towards ten windows
carelessly pushing back the closed
lucid the look outside inviting and calm
motions of morning barely one could enhance

buoyant barefoot steps help to mark the way
beneath my feet a mild meeting of a road to come
tickling a thousand hairs of happiness somewhere
a clutch a caress a remembered sea forgotten

barely blinking i heard the whisper of a wander
shop talk to travel a challenge to chat of tomorrow
suddenly i’m sitting strong black espresso and burnt wheat toast

not hardly an accident passers-by we meet
mentioning the morning and how lovely life is
curious of his wanderings i peer closer
his shoes slightly sooty leaving footprints from fire and flames

ephemeral eternal

the sunday whirl wordle no 19. enjoy the challenge of a great wordle prompt
we write poems no 69. this week ‘s challenge by amy, sharplittlepencil, created a nonform. Formulaic: 3 + (x) = Poem

a pantomime breeze that speaks
sweeps through the surrounding
transporting a trunk with deep dark dust
(catch the serenity sounds of shadows splashing)

velvet black vessel with velocity oozing
card carrying credentials crumbling canvas
leopard skins and tiger teeth cloister
(growling grins glow graciously benign)

residue relics reckoning a reply
rattling treasures take a turn with truth
wholes and halves orbiting halos take wing
(fluttering feathers finger pointing that way)

a cloak of cool colliding colors
separate into middle matter
puffing pink pudding mist
(too delightful to decipher)

resting at a carrot juice junction
no one makes a move
the swirl of soot lays low
(a deposit of ancient shavings)