Gossip
Words curl and flicker like a whip,
unfurled from tongue and launched by lip.
Born in malice, spread through spite,
they disturb sleep and split the night.
Scarring spirit, wounding soul,
as though that is a cruel game’s goal.
Karma
In dreams they faintly circle ’round,
tip-toeing on familiar ground.
Some call them nightmares, to let them be.
Others say that they are key,
these rumors once more freshly cast,
as warnings of misdeeds long past
that if remembered, we won’t redo,
and thus ill-feelings we won’t renew.
Words for the Sunday Whirl today are: curl faint flicker circle tip words split spirit born scar key game. Photo by Ben White on Unsplash.

“Classic Judy”, maybe some day people will say My grandfather knew Judy Dykstra-Brown when she wrote that~! Into the Keeper file~!
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Always agreeable to go into the keeper file, Sam. ;o)
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Oh so good Judy. Seamlessly written
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Thanks, Sadje..
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You’re most welcome 🙏🏼
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Very clever use of prompts.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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My pleasure, Judy.
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