I wasn’t ready for the week to start, as still immersed in my WIP. I have made amazing progress, (some of Anita’s alchemy) over the weekend, so it does seem a shame to switch off that part of my brain,
So, I won’t.
Luckily, Anita has been busy too. A new poem, I Cannot Live and The Sunday Whirl Wordle, so I hope you won’t miss me today!
The Sunday Whirl Wordle
Love is a kind of alchemy It leaves you feeling as though you have drunk too much It teases your mind, searching for that silver lining Your eyes blinded by the sparkle of the gold ring on your finger The dirt crumbles beneath your feet Fools say they will never fall in love They sit alone at the bar, drowning their sorrows Sometimes I want to shake them by the back of the neck Tell them there is alchemy waiting out there… ©AnitaDawes2022
Words on Paper 
Shaking some by the back of the neck would be a treat. Super poem, Anita, and glad you got some WIP work done, Jaye.
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So am I, John… this year us looking up!
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I also love it. Love is a mystery. xx Michael
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Love this! And I’ve seen a few I wanted to shake by the back of the neck. Great poem!
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The whole world could do with a quick shake, Jan… thanks for appreciating Anita’s poem…
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I like the poem. Excellent!
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Thank you!
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Lovely 🥰
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