The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 480 ~ #poetry

Wordle 480

Send out the word, hear it call
Feel the fabric of the world rattle
Until no shame remains
Shake hands at the crossroads
Your path will be straight from here on
You did not come back to pay a toll, to fall
To become a suspect in your own murder…

©anitadawes 2020


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  1. purplepeninportland Avatar

    Love the ending on this!

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  2. John W. Howell Avatar

    That last line made me chuckle, Anita. Well done. Reminds me of the old saw, “Why is the knife in my back covered with my fingerprints.”

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    1. jenanita01 Avatar

      Very good, John…

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