Tag: #TheSundayWhirl
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 520 ~ #MyFamily ~ #Poetry
Good morning and a happy Tuesday to you all! Today we are posting one of our favourite writing prompts, The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle… The chosen words always manage to conjure up different worlds and emotions. So much so, we have been thinking of creating writing prompts for your delectation! What do you think? My Family…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 518 ~ #Poetry
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I watch the yellow leaves of autumn fallingOn coming winter, carpets the land with new colourMy phone rings, down the line I hear the bad newsLate last night our pastor took a new journeyOne not planned. His wheels hit a patch of oilSending his car over the bridgeOur small village gatheredOut tears mingled with the…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 514 ~ Poetry
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I watch the years fadeThe heart feel less with each passing momentAll too often, it feels like a fall from graceThe air still, no crackle of excitementTo light the passing hoursThere are no weddings, no one to marry.The mind,like a broken car that only works in reverseFeels like a stranger inside my headThe frame on…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 513 ~ #Poetry
Pine needles carpet my river walkSwallows play on summer thermalsI hear the odd whoop of joyFood is plentifulLife is simple on the wingBeams of light shimmerInvisible hands play the harp stringsI feel humble,almost as delicate as tissue paperI touch the trunk of a chestnut treeSlow my breath before taking the bendThat leads me back to…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 511 ~ #Poetry
I dress to rekindle old magicThe kind where lifespans run into the hundredsI need a new futureWhere sky spirits dance behind the cloudsSparks fly, rising like fireworksMy ruby ring flashes far into the distanceWhere legendary moments marked historyLives were changed, magic ruledThe world seems to be coveredin a soft blanket of dullnessLife has become slowI…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 510 ~ #Poetry
I watch the train recedeThe distance swallowing it like an old filmFading into the next sceneA dream being played outYours, or the film makers, you cannot tellFrame by frame the space before your eyesFills with images you would rather not seeThe old shed holds the secretAgain, you must winThe small gold chain you wearHas become…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 509 ~ #Poetry
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In the shadow of the eternal flame, she stoodHer gaze turned toward the east.I felt something in my soul unravellingMy heart poundingSoft spray fell from her hairI wondered, had she been fully formedFrom some unseen springDo I risk disturbing her?Would I turn to stone should she look upon me?Why would I think such a thing?I…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 508 ~ #Poetry
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The border has been closed against the poorThe fire raged, echoing the sound of angry thoughtsA child’s toy broken, rusting in the dirt-filled streetsCard-carrying members of the human raceFelt themselves safe under the darkening skyThe rising surprise in their eyes, clear as waterThe city has fallen,the days of effervescent joy, long goneIt is bad form…