For The Sunday Whirl Wordle #652

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Memory 

The habits of mind come trickling through,
to add their salt to your simmering brew
of appointments and stories and poems and tasks
and all of the other things modern life asks
that you fill up your time with—full to the brim 
from its secretive roots to its furthest stretched limb.

It’s shadows and sunlight, it’s flowers and stones—
from the flesh of your life to its skin and its bones.
Those niggling doubts that fill corners of mind,
crowding out thoughts of a cheerier kind
as all your vast memory falls to the axe
of that onerous visitor’s tuggings and hacks.
Stripping your mind to set it to rest,
drawing its sunrise to fade in the west.

For The Sunday Whirl #652 the prompt words are: vast salty simmering habits mind trickle secretive brim axe roots shadows stones

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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