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“A Hospital Visit” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Nov 8, 2026

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A Hospital Visit

A cluster of wildflowers stuck in a jar,
partially withered, though the words never are.
“To Mommy with luv,” forms a bridge from the heart
of a boy who’s been wicked––naughty from the start.
Now he waters the flowers and winds up in the bed
that’s the realm of his mother, and where she is led
to plant on his temple those rewarding kisses
to remind him that he is the terror she misses.

 

For The Sunday Whirl, the prompt words are: stuck water words winds wither still cluster bridge spell wicked temples realm. Illustration created with help of AI.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #780

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Blithe Spirits

Filter all those monsters out of your pretty head.
Stick in their place happier things to think about instead.
Glowing things in branches are scattered all about
ready to spin down on you when the moon comes out

In the darkest forest and in the deepest cave,
there are beneficent spirits whose mission is to save
those who otherwise might end up being helpless prey
of eviler spirits brewing plans for when you come their way.

Especially on Halloween, we forget the truth
that evil spirits lurking with claws and sharpened tooth
are balanced out by sprits watching out for you,
shedding light that darker spirits learn to rue.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle # 780 the prompt words are: preys brews glow forest cave monster hidden filter head stick

The Epistoler, for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 779

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The Epistoler

One persistent lunatic, he urged incessantly
for me to view the letters that he had written me.
Mere pranks, they held the bones of words, lacking pulse and skin.
Only a fool would open them to see what lurked within.
His ghastly mind existed in a world the devil cast––
dark and cruel and twisted. Interminably vast.
If he goes east, I must go west, my hand curled in a fist.
The world would be much better if he did not exist.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 779  the prompt words are: letters urged exist pranks view incessantly west fools lunatic bones ghastly vast 

“Social Security” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 778

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The words to tussle with for The Sunday Whirl 778 this week were: anchor search moment laugh find inhibits comfort always want squirrel spaz auto, but I decided it was too much of a hassle to do so last Sunday. Let’s seen if I’m better equipped to deal with them today!!

Yes.. I admit the illustration is by Meta AI!!!! Shame on me.

Social Security

Protective of my comfort, I don’t search trouble out.
I prefer a sheltered life. It’s true without a doubt.
I’ve never sought to have a match with a spastic squirrel,
for the truth is that I’m an inhibited sorta girl.

I don’t find fun in restless seas. I much prefer an anchor.
Laughter is my favorite state. I do not thrive on rancor.
I always cinch my seatbelt tight when riding in an auto.
I don’t play craps in Vegas and I don’t waste cash on lotto.

Moment by moment, I just want the safest way to be.
On comfort and security, I claim monopoly.
I’m the tamest person that you’ll likely ever see.
“Precautionary” is a word that fits me to a “T.”

 

“Grab Bag” for The Sunday Whirl

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Grab Bag

A firm wind blows the words around.
It cares not where they go.
They spiral here around my head,
where I seem to know
which words are worth saving
and which should blow away
for someone else to use them
to say what they must say.
Words may be used for good or vice––
either to wound or heal.
The world cares not, it seems to me,
to steer an even keel
when it delivers words to us.
It’s up to us to pluck
the words that form our poetry
and which of them to duck.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 774, the prompt words are: firm vice world wind cares someone worth wound word here seem spiral 

The Sunday Whirl Wordle 773, Sep 6, 2026

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Midnight Fantasy

Filtered clouds like plumes of smoke above us gently flow
while threads of mosses weave a layered fabric far below––
filling forest cracks with ruffled tufts of green
that cushion midnight footsteps through this magic scene.

 

Prompt words for The Sunday Whirl are: plumes tufts mosses fantasy fabric filtering threads forest cracks layer ruffle flow. (Image created with AI)

“Moonshadows” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 772

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Moonshadows

The moon casts silver shadows across my pebbled way.
Stones echoing the velvet recesses where they lay.
My heart follows no compass as it weaves its random path.
No drone marks its progress or charts its vagrant math.
A clipped leaf dries upon my chest where it has been thrust
and slowly, in the evening wind, turns from green to rust.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 772  the prompt words are:
velvet compass echo random rust silver shadow pebble stone drone clip dry

“Sole Survivor” For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 771

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Sole Survivor

The colors flow early, stirring the air,
waves churning stray strands to mix in her hair.
She stands in her spot behind the large cake,
not sure if she is asleep or awake.
Sincere salutations buzz in her ears.
Until all of a sudden, the truth reappears.
She sits at her table, alone and forlorn.
on this 95th year of the day she was born.

For  The Suday Whirl Wordle 771, the prompts are: waves cake strays strand churning spot buzz colors sudden flow early stirring

Night for Day

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Me, at age 2, journeying into inner spaces.

Night for Day

Night holds me like a basket, shaping answers to my dreams
as all the truths my days have taught leak out of me in streams.
One reality of heart chanting truths that stay,
while truths of badges, guns and sirens slowly pulse away.
Our startled world thus vanishes and for some hours dies
as sleep sweeps over us and soothes day’s agonies with sighs.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle, the word prompts are: siren chanting pulse sighs night basket answers heart shape badge stay

Netherworld Chorus, for The Sunday Whirl

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Netherworld Chorus

Bone needles weave the cord that draws us to the underworld–
that pit of desolate terrors where sorrow is unfurled,
in pleas for absolution–– futile as they are  crazed ––
expressed in screams of torment by voices that are raised
in spirals toward a populace just currently recruited
to those nether regions to which they, too, are better suited–
that temple where they’ll have, they think, leisure to simply sin
without blame or sanction, but instead, will join the din.
If my words have sparked your interest, you might come along
to furnish us a chorus  for our infernal song.

For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 768, the words are: screams desolate they’bone sparks s voices  underworld spiral  current. (Illustration made with assistance from AI.)