Tag: #TheSundayWhirl
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That Empty Feeling ~ The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 546 ~ #Poetry
That Empty Feeling Dawn stretched its red flames Across the tips of the mountains Strange mists awoke my mind The world outside quite still Something felt off, I could see only through a blur of old memories I shouldered my nightgown hearing only his sound, his voice. He laughed I turned, expecting to see him…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #544 ~ #Poetry
My tongue in spite Could split an atom Letters written in a book Would be unreadable There’s an ugly face Ready to drag me into hell No candlelight vigil To save my soul All roadways barred By a giant barrier Can I climb over, Run from death Will the rose memento In my breast pocket…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #542 ~ #Poetry
Hidden noise we do not hear Yet sinks inside our head Like the secret noise inside a shell We take no notice of the sound Of bare feet on vinyl We lead strange lives Hand in hand with superstition Burying shoes and witches bottles Under the threshold to ward off evil and protect the house…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #541 ~ #Poetry
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I look and see the sky The ghost waving Spring rushing through every door I step outside, my temples throbbing I scuffle towards the green My mouth full of stories Waiting to be whispered What a boon if I could get them read… ©AnitaDawes2022
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 539 ~ #Poetry
For me rain brings new smells The vibration in the air changes Brushed with new opportunities There is no hesitation As I lace my nails with gold varnish Ready to cut through a new day The body upstairs lies bleeding Two shots in the head Miss Moneypenny insisted that the leak be plugged The facts…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 538 ~ #Poetry
Family broken by death All turned to dust Wind blown by a black curse Books signed, kind words written Silk covering, tear-stained faces Strange signs scratched on church door There’s a hunger in the air New souls are needed A rusty truck Speeds away from the church Mourners are left wondering Who will be next…?…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 536 ~ #Poetry
I need to leave this room Any cloud will do To slide past the rock tavern My fist clenched I speak of what I wear As if I am a story A blend of words spoken By a witches circle © AnitaDawes 2022
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 534 ~ #Poetry
There he stood, caught in my cross hairs scar on his nose lit by the sun the brown bear that had left his mark on my back I held my breath, my body taut The light behind my back The Gods had cast his fate into my hands He turned to face me His gaze…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 532 ~ #Poetry
I ignore the sign Rush towards the crossroads Trembling, I stand Unable to choose Thoughts dip in and out I let them pass, no use How can I pick the right road? Toss a coin, heads you lose I feel the flow of blood Rush to my head I linger too long Chasing old dreams…