Tag Archives: The Sunday Whirl

Shipwreck, for Wordle 621

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Shipwreck

In spite of your deep dark eyes and your other charms,
I fear I won’t be spending anymore time in your arms.
Wind and rain and reckless tides have scarred our ocean’s shore,
shifting channel stones, a dead sea denizen and more
to bar our access to that place where once we calmly drifted.
Our sea of love’s grown stormy and  the sands of love have shifted.
If you had just honored that pledge you once recited,
perhaps this shipwreck of our love might somehow have been righted.
But, alas, the time is past that we can sail together.
I’ll cast my lines to mooring places safer in their tether.

 

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 621 the prompt words are: rainy channel stone ocean bar scar shift drift honor dark eyes charms.  Photo by Eileen Flynn on Unsplash.

Grandma’s Birthday Confessions (For Sunday Whirl Wordle 620)

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This might have been a better choice for Grandma’s Birthday Cake.

Grandma’s Birthday Confessions

A trick of fate has caused my skin to rumple, thin and bruise.
My limbs are merely spindles and my breasts simply refuse
to remain in their stations!  My locks once shiny gold
have dimmed to dullest silver, thus making me look old!
Of late, I find the edges of things have grown less clear.
I bump myself on door frames and on table tops. I fear
I may have a slight problem with my peripheral vision
which upon occasion has created much derision
on the part of youngsters, whose laughter, I suppose
has something to do with the lipstick on my nose.
And if you wonder why my bangs are so oddly fringed,
please don’t blame my hair stylist. I fear that they were singed
when I tried to blow the candles out on my birthday cake.
Who knew they’d use one candle for each year, for heaven’s sake?

The words for Sunday Whirl Wordle 620 were: late edge spindle skin rumple  fate trick slight singe dim limb

Back-fence Whispers: For Wordle 619

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Back-fence Whispers

Since I heard the rumors that my love is leaving,
unproven fears extend their claws and set my heart to grieving.
Still fluid memories of our love rush in to calm my mind,
shoring up belief that he’s not the roaming kind.

Still, those hurtful whispers breathed behind cupped hands
warn me that he’ll soon be off to foreign lands.
Thus, I sit and worry about what the truth may be.
Which love has he chosen? Is it the world or me?

 

The words today are hurt heard whispers since roams clawing rush still fluid grieving shore breathe  : for the Sunday Whirl  Wordle 619  Image by Ben White on Unsplash.

S.O.S.: For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 618

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S.O.S

Debris that’s caught up by the wind swells and rips and surges,
then falls to blanket ponds and fields and fill up roadside verges.
We trace its patterns in the woods, caught up along the trail.
We try to overlook it in the passing, but we fail.

It rolls down meadow pathways formerly pristine.
We trace its ugly progress through every canyon scene—
in a plastic bag’s graffiti plastered to a cavern wall.
Who will come to rescue our world before its fall?

Is any wiser culture listening for the call
from out there in the Universe, far from this spinning ball
that we are all trapped on, choking in the air
created by our progress, as we strip it bare?

 

The Sunday Whirl  Wordle 618 prompts today are: call, trace, rescue, debris, wind, swell, rip, surge, pass, rolls, trail, woods

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 617

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True Confessions

Drag your dreams to paper.
Slam them on the page.
Let loose your bones of worry.
Release your screams of rage.

With all your senses humming,
drive away each care
by sharing it with all the world.
Be truthful if you dare.

Nonsensical or rational,
each fresh fear that you share
will drive your worries all away,
so tell us if you dare,

what secrets you have left to tell.
Run every dread fear by us.
If you need an audience
take a chance and try us!

For Wordle 617 the words are: nonsensical drive left humming fresh loose bones slam run paper dream drag

Same Genes, Separate Tables: For Wordle 89

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Same Genes, Separate Tables

My brother joined a commune where they live on rabbit food.
They find hamburgers shallow and people who eat them rude.
He has said that he’ll guide me into a better life
and save me from the rushing, the chaos and the strife.

He says I’ve build a fort around my inner self
and put all my emotions safe upon a shelf.
Slowing down will help me—give me a brand new chance
to escape the world’s battles and join him in its dance.

I love my  brother deeply and hold him in my heart,
yet when it comes to life styles we’re sadly far apart.
I cannot give up cheeseburgers and french fried potatoes
for a life of tofu, kohlrabi and tomatoes!

For the Sunday Whirl, Aug 12, 2023  the prompt words are: guide shallow people chance fort held brother join food rabbit slow rushes

To be truthful, hamburgers and french fries no longer really taste good to me, but neither does most food outside of chocolate and Cheetos! So still not a good candidate for good health and contentment.

Reclaimed Words, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 611

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Reclaimed Words

I fall victim to your shallow spell,
shattered by your drifting gaze
that catches on me, then drifts on,
to mingle with the gathering haze.

The damp roils in and sunlight dims,
night mingling with the fading day.
The shattered call of evening birds
echo and then fade away.

When I call out, words split in two,
spilling their meaning to the sand.
When I attempt to gather them,
they fall again from twitching hand.

As you retreat, your power fades
and I reclaim each scattered word,
change their order and intent
into phrases less absurd.

Words once wasted assume power
directed at another ear.
Amazing how the selfsame words
gain power with a loved one near.

 

For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 611 the words are: mingled dim damp shallow spell gaze drifts shattered call twitch words split

Calamity’s Knell (For Wordle 610)

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Calamity’s Knell

As the final school bell rang,
the riddle of that tiny bang,
the whimper as I shut the door,
made me wonder all the more
what had happened as I ran
to try to beat the truant man.

He clenched his jaw and cleared his throat,
I knew that I had got his goat
as I reached the child-sized split
‘tween frame and door and barely fit
to squeeze myself into the school,
thereby proving students rule!

By rights, he couldn’t count me late
so long as I had made the gate.
Peace reigned, then, for all afternoon,
but soon I’d sing a different tune
as I got home to see our mutts
had dined on all the cashew nuts
my aunt brought home from her vacation
for my family’s mastication.

Miserably, I confessed
I bumped the table and made the mess
as I rushed off to school blind
to the spilled nuts I’d left behind.
Such chaos comes from tardy fools
who live adjacent to their schools
and wrongly think that they excel
at winning races with the bell!

 

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 610  the word prompts are: miserably nuts peace rights blind jaw throat tiny bang whimper fit riddle

“Summer’s End” for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 608, June 11, 2023

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“Summer’s End”

In the shadows of my past, the crow goes soaring higher,
rising from the creek’s mist to the summer sunset’s fire.

Lately a lonely sentinel at the barn’s far peak,
it filters time now through its wings, the past held in its beak.

Yes, I still remember it belting its harsh caw
as it lifted in the air with summer in its maw.

Tomorrow the first day of school, it marked vacation’s end.
As lazy water in the creek meandered ’round the bend,

bound to some deep forest, far from this boundless plain,
I watched free careless summer vanish once again.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 608 the words are: mist creek belt shadows forest summer still rising crow filters time sentinel
Image from Juneau Alaska on Unsplash.

“Three Words” Wordle 607 for The Sunday Whirl

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Three Words

Words shake loose like feathers from my morning head,
ascending, then descending to my night-tossed bed.
Caught here between dreams and thought, I try to lift a hand
to capture words before they have a chance to land.

I find I’ve cupped a poem, but then I set it free,
hoarding just three words that I have saved for thee.
It’s words that build the roads that storytellers  pave—
like the one I build for you out of  the words I save.

I seek to pull your love to me by my words’ emotion
rather than by trickery or by magic potion.
These simple words are everything that I choose to say.
Pressed into your palm, they beckon, “Come this way.”

Words for Wordle 607 are: ascending morning head dreams between hand road storytellers poem potion feather three