Casting Stones at Sunset
Please accept this shiny pebble that is laden with the ghost
of each hand that selected it to cast against a post.
Gasping as the forest shadows gathered ’round the flight
of birds that scattered––vanishing into the shattered light.
When fluttering wings return at last, the blistered day can rest
as each winged creature returns now to its nest.
Mingled in the treetops, they sing the end of day,
then put away their voices until the sun’s first ray.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 653 the prompt words are: pebble shiny laden ghost mingled blisters gasping vanishing scatter forest shadows

Superb imagery and rhyme. 🙂
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Thanks, Kitty. I love discovering what words are going to be cast at us in the Sunday Whirl!
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Yes, this is a fascinating poem. 🙂
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You’ve created a beautiful poem out of this wordle Judy 👍🏼👏🏼
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Thanks, Sadje..
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