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“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 

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 11

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Bite

The gardener sprays the water wide
in an arc from side to side.
The old dog moves out of its path.
No one knows her held-in wrath

for all who hold the power but she––
the door for which she has no key,
the young dog taking power away,
as she grows weaker every day.

The universe is never kind
to those caught in the crushing grind
of power eroding day by day.
Surrender is the price we pay.

Commanding, shy, flamboyant, staid––
everyone falls to the blade.
For all, it is the price that’s paid–
by tyrant and by serving maid.

What has happened to stay my hand?
I’ve read the words both fine and grand
that other poets have been writing
and envy has commenced its biting.

What I write is merely babble.
It’s obvious I only dabble.
These words I have so easily found.
surely cannot be profound.

The gardener sprays the water wide
in an arc from side to side,
in a move so sure and quick,
quenching inspiration’s wick.

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-3/