Tag Archives: The Sunday Whirl

Roaming in the Gloaming, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 645

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Roaming in the Gloaming

Breathing out a grateful prayer for our hours of  roaming,
I take your hand as sun-stained skies fade into the gloaming.
The seeds of stars emerge now, planted one by one
as the hand of evening smudges out the sun.

All our whispered promises made throughout the day—
I wonder what the chances are that they might fade away.
Will this magic that we’ve conjured retain its brilliant light,
or like the glorious sunset, simply fade into the night?

 

 

The Sunday Whirl prompts for March 10, 2024 are: wonder stained gloaming emerge prayer hours grateful seeds chances whispered smudge conjuring

 

“Stop Over”For The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 644, March 3, 2024

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Stop Over

Near sunset as the bright light fades, both minds and sky grow hazy,
and all the world shifts down a gear, relaxing into lazy.
Just one urgent swirling bee seems bent upon its tasking.
She lunges downward towards my drink, and lands there without asking.

She lowers her proboscis in order to withdraw
one drop of rum and cola that lies beaded on my straw.
A screaming gull unnerves her—sets her angel wings unfurling,
but her  frenzied efforts to lift off have set my mind to swirling.

Her movements are ungainly. She leans as though to fall.
Then clumsily, she flies away, colliding with the wall.
I question if she’s sober as she flies off upside down,
digressing over water, then careening toward the town.

It’s probable this summer day under a July sun
has fermented all her nectar and added to her fun.
Her slight detour while flying off to her abode
No doubt was her attempt to have just one more for the road!**

     **Can Bees Get Drunk?  In the summer heat, nectar can begin to ferment and create ethanol. Bees that digest this fermented nectar will experience the same effects as humans do when they consume alcohol. Also, tree sap, like that of the lime tree, can also ferment under excessive heat leading to crowds of drunk bees.        How can you tell when a bee is drunk? Studies conducted on bees have shown that alcohol consumption has a similar affect on bees as it does on humans.        When a drunken bee returns to its hive, the guard bees around the hive will identify it by its erratic motion and will not allow it to enter.

Nightmare II: The Sunday Whirl Wordle 643, Feb 25, 2024

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                           Nightmare II

Anchored in this groggy dream, unaware of passing
of time or space or anything that I am amassing.
Triggers from the past float by, pale and half-recalled.
Corridors of memories––narrow, densely walled.
No way to check these stories from a cursed past.
How could we have  known how long past memories might last?
The cattle stir, the hoot owl hoots and night birds sing their song––
accompaniment to nightmares that draw us, too, along.

 

The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl are: aware passing stirred check groggy trigger pale dream space anchor cursed low

“Sirens” For Sunday Whirl Wordle 642, Feb 18, 2024

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Sirens

Mermaids spin their slippery thread of grass from ocean’s floor,
then string it with the beads of glass and risk their skins for more.
Surfacing to comb the beach for glass rolled  round by waves,
then sit in all their finery, enticing sailor knaves
to forfeit breath and life to brave the rocky ocean’s roar 
and creamy waves that bear them to a fatal shore.

 

Words for The Sunday Whirl Wordle are: surfacing breath slippery cream bear sit glass spin beads thread risk skins Image by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash.

Shards..For Sunday Whirl Wordle 641, Feb 11, 2024

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Shards

Untethered shards of nightmares burst out of dark to day
to scar reality with what we hoped we’d put away.
Words of fear and loathing—guilts once left in the past
rise out of dreams to plague us. Lost shadows once more cast
against the broken light of mornings, onslaughts we must fight
to claim the new day’s pleasures that are within our right
to enjoy without being afraid of chaos in our pasts,
for after all, the future is all that really lasts.

For Sunday Whirl Wordle 641 the prompt words are: untethered shards nightmare burst scar words rights light broken afraid lost rise  Image from Unsplash.

A Stitch in Time For Wordle 640

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For Wordle 639, Jan 28, 2024

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Home Invasion

A curious wood mouse prowls the edges
of our garden’s outer hedges,
penetrates our house’s maze,
invades the kitchen and starts to graze.

Though caught within the streetlamp’s glow,
he can’t be seen as he’s below
while we’re above, still sleeping tight,
immersed in dreams that fill the night.

Crude visitor, though frail and small,
nonetheless invades the wall,
climbs up and up from floor to floor,
down the hallway, through my door.

He hears my sighs, observes my snore,
and water dripping just next door
from the faucet of the bathroom sink.
Impetuous, he goes to drink.

Down in his luck, too bad that he
knew not my dad had gone to pee,
saw the mouse and took a swat.
And now, alas, that mouse is not!

The prompt words for The Sunday Whirl today are:maze penetrates edges glow curious crude frail mouse prowl drip sighs impetuous

Yes, I took the photo and yes, I’m holding the mouse. Can’t remember where or when this was taken, but in another photo you can see my rings so I know it is me.

Gossip: For Wordle 638, Jan 21, 2024

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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.

The Split, For Wordle 637

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The Split

She drew her mantra to her and wound it like a veil
to form a place within he tried to pierce to no avail.
With no key to enter and no grounds to demand
entry to that space where the outer world was banned,
he switched his thoughts to other things: a blue bird’s sudden flight
and the ribbons it created as it split a shaft of light.
A chain of beads of shattered light like glass spread on the floor
were scars that vanished one by one as he walked out the door.

 

The Sunday Whirl Wordle 637 prompts for today are:  scar chain bird ribbon beads shaft switches mantra key grounds drew veil  Photo by kiwihug on Unsplash

Fire and Ice for Wordle 636

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Fire & Ice

The fatal flakes of swirling snow
covered everything below,
including picnickers too frail
to withstand the frozen gale.

Framed in words, alas, more gory
than what was the actual story,
the fading flame of their last fire
was said to be their funeral pyre.

But they who replace truth with fable
sometimes choose to turn the table,
feigning facts with spurious lies,
creating fiction in its guise.

The truth is that the icy glaze
that covered lovers was just a phase,
for just before it was too late,
they hopped aboard a passing freight,
then jumped off at a neighboring town
where they flagged a taxi down.

Those bodies reduced to mere ember
scattered under snow-decked timber
were not human, but slabs of veal
placed in the fire form their meal.

But since such legends are mostly truthless,
they fabricate details more ruthless.
And that is why, finding the fire,
they named that hollow “The Lovers’ Pyre.”

 

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 636 the word prompts are: fatal flakes frame phase feign fable fame favor freight flame frail fade