Attempted to do a mini poem for every word for the Sunday wordle but my inspiration ran dry
Admit – A word that permits confession
as if words are solid
with mere flicks of the tongue
that could cleanse our dirty ought not to do’s
and what for but for redemption?
Flicks – A scar picked with the bend of words cursed
felt as if no other world exists
outside of their narrative
Scar – The stream that flows through
a rugged landscape
with all its liquid cruelty chiselling
us into formation
sharp as an axe after transformation
Remember – Scars leave traceable tracks
of remembrance
faces fade but what was felt remains
Dirty – Earthing oneself as if we became some other
cleansing in the soil to remember
the dust that made us
Hear – This pseudoforest sings your rite of passage
crows scalding you, your disturbance
of the rains tumult percussion.
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