Carry the storm
In the event the trigger
is pulled
Pick yourself off
you will not quake
in the aftershock
of this shake up
these moments
Are like riding turbulent seas
they pass
till they’re nothing
these seconds
take up the hours
But these mistakes
Don’t mean
You have to scream
sunday wordle
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: Dave
He’s drunk on the sly
He snatches another bite
Too many fermented apples
Don’t tell his wife, she thinks she’s the only apple of his eyes
She don’t know he’s not fit to fly
She’ll have a fit when she finds out
He’ll have spun ‘er a yarn or two
But that’s just like our Dave
The sheer cheek of ‘im
I love ‘im all the same.
Sunday wordle attempt: Shadowing dreams
Ignite your shadow in whispers
Let the tongues utter their rumours
Walking the line you walk
Sending ripples through dreams
Like water
Letting others know
The miracle you have within
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
Breath
The earth sighs its breeze
Like it’s following
The deflation of my lungs
And if you listen carefully
you can hear the leaves
Scrape across pavements
Tasting their crunch
on the tip of my tongue
I reach out to the world
My stone face chiselled by salt water
We sigh again
Like the rising and waning of a wave
Turning still
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