The sky imitates breath
A mist on the horizon
Dew lingers as baubles
From stem
No bells need chime
To echo time
As we take in this great signal
To a new dawn
As we’re swept to calm shore
awakened from storms
Since passed
sunday poetry
Wordle: Power struggle
There is a power struggle
On the fringe of society
Listing mysteries
As if they belong to us
So we can be a star
In the battle storms
That swirl upon the roads
We’ve been discarded from
Trying to lift ourselves
Out from the pit of our sighs
So we can say that in the end
We won.
Sunday wordle 314
There is a gust of wind
Trifling through these rivers of blood
And for a moment I hesitate
I sense I might be too late
Can’t protect you
From the hammer about to fall
So I guess we’ll
Have one epic night
Before the curtains call
Sunday wordle: Nut
I’m the nut that simmered down
Because it’s the nuts
That burst through the surface
And sees that it doesn’t matter
Wordle: surrender
I surrender to the bend of the sail
Whichever way the wind takes me
I shall follow
Stitch these wounds
And let go
Wordle: No justice
Facing the worlds brutality
Standing after the scorn
Donning masks of clarity
So it looks like I’m weathering the storm
But these digs
At my sanity
Have let me see
The need for justice
That cannot be born
Sunday wordle: Man wears a fedora with a feather, he gets the chicks
Got his fedora on
with it’s ostrich plume
He’s a jaunty chap
He has the pick
From all the chicks
Cuz he’s just chill
And full of tricks
So as they say don’t come knockin’
When that caravan is rockin’
Sunday wordle: Map of the world
Smoking another coffin nail
To ease up your stilted words
Trying to get your message out
Tracing all the lines
Of hurt
Like a map of the world
Orange
Seventy-seven years have passed
And you still interpret the world
In bouquets of orange
Bile
I kiss shame
As the bile rises up
Placing primal urges
Back out of reach
In the hopes I won’t follow
Back to these baser instincts
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