For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #131
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Balance Point
At first, these words felt like gravel
in my mouth. Strange amalgam of old trash,
nothing else. Left no path to follow, only bits
of broken brick fence too high to climb over.
Vacant stare as mental tentacles stretched
far beyond normal reach. Finally, made note
of that old cheat:
“When you can’t think of anything else,
write about writing.”
Suddenly, everything came into balance.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/20/2013
Soul's Music 
I like how you put these words to use! It was an interesting group of words!
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ha. true.
but a pretty creative approach to writers block..
smiles.
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It sure works pretty well. I found the words challenging as well.
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Oh, now, this is perfect!!!!!! I especially love the far-reaching tentacles! I have been known to sometimes try to pick words out of the air above my head with my hands. Hee hee.
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Boy, isn’t that the truth. Wise words, Elizabeth.
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Well done!
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nice write
much love…
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Love the end lines…
Always a pleasure to read your poetry!!
balance it out
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Yes, eventually everything does come into balance somehow….I have found over the years. Thankfully!
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At first these words felt like gravel to me, too. You did a great job!
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Aren’t words..and the stringing together of them..a saving grace..am chewing over that gravel..maybe we should turn it into chocolate drops..that would be nice..
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I love ‘mental tentacles’!
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Loved this! Cleverly done 🙂 🙂
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I came back and I enjoyed again.
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