Tag: #The SundayWhirl
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 519 ~ #Poetry
Thoughts streaming through my mind Sounding like cats claws on a chalk board Try as I might, I couldn’t make sense of anything I had a free ticket for a weekend spa I think about it was the best I could do I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head By rights,…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 488 ~ #Poetry
Words flyShot from a crossbow, they reach far and wideThey create and destroy, wound, and give pleasureMaking you smile, making you cryThey have no sell by dateSome may lift you up, carry you through a cold dayThey have also been known to change someone’s lifefor the better, unlike the trial of Sunday school sermons.Over the…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 479 ~ #Poetry
Mum said there were timesWhen they needed to trim the fatStretch life to the limitUsing on singular ideaLaugh in the grim faceOf the landlord demanding his rentEndure the hunger pangsShe would dry our tearsTelling us this too will passBeing the eldest of twelveI knew mother had the willTo triumph over all adversityShe had a will…
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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 466 #Poetry
Can I change the flow of time?Remove the chainwhere they weigh sin as you enterThe raven-haired mistress guards the gateTo the realm of pleasureShe will search your mindDrain your memoriesReplace your name with a chimeTo trace your footsteps laterThere are no frills or laceIn this shallow graveWhere time may never mend… ©anitadawes 2020
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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 465
Was that a signal from the universe?Voices telling me not to go through the tunnel.I felt the soft breath, a sighagainst my cheekAre the dead teasing me?Still calling me on?Did I throw all my good sensesto the four windsWhen walking out last nightDoes the world wail for me?I think notAs I float down river, out…
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#TheSundayWhirl ~ Wordle 448 #Poetry
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Solemn days I woke today knowing there would be no hug for Mother’s Day I hope the smile on my face would be a reminder of times gone by Having kept my distance, I walked home and put myself in lockdown Hands clean, I restrict my movements To shopping for food Count down the…
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#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 410
Here Are words On gold rope Dark air spoken One vein, voice flapping Create the written text To be read by hands turning Light one candle, burn till midnight Match your breath to each emotion read Take time, understand the message left for you…
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#The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 408
You cut me, leaving me to bleed On rough granite ground Each toll of the bell ringing my life away I spin with the earth, having swallowed this bitter pill The stars above fade in and out Like someone playing with the light switch I feel my body quiver, as memory slides into darkness I…
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#Wordle 404
Hope is an invisible thread to nowhere like walking through life with lead-lined boots. There is no song to lift my spirits my foundations are weak. The cement is mixed wrong, it’s dry, ready to crumble I don’t believe in tomorrow there is no surprise waiting around the corner. The gate is closed…
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#Wordle 398 #Poetry
Daylight bleeds into night, the sound of guns firing in battle men falling, fireflies dancing above their heads Ghostly glow for the dead, now fear is alive The class ring on blackened burned out hands shines the way, starlight bouncing on gold They no longer want, they hear no chatter No sweet smells…