Different Strokes, For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 685.

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Different Strokes

Some strum the strings. Some scrape the bow. Some cannot sing a note
and so they sit upon the couch and manage the remote.
Dark nights and misty mornings, candles light the way
down stairs and slippery sidewalks deprived of light of day.
The dust of dreams , collected, is spun out by some as art.
Others create fresh music—magic language of the heart.
This poem that I write for you is in a minor key,
for only rather different notes choose to follow me.
So rather than take to my couch and idle life away,
I comb my mind to find these words to see what I might say.

For the Sunday Whirl, word prompts are: remote misty scrape slippery candle fresh dust magic minor strum string follow

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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.

18 thoughts on “Different Strokes, For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 685.”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      They also serve who only sit and listen!!!! What good would creation be if there was no one to listen. It is rewarding just to write, but doubly rewarding to have an appreciative listener or reader.

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    1. Unknown's avatarSam

      A nice one to start my day with Judy. Well done~! You not only PULLED MY STRINGS and PUSHED MY BUTTONS, dear~!. I made it all the way from my bed to my chair, and plan to stay there.
      SAM

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