For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #165
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Daydreaming
Wish I could whistle up
a fortune that wasn’t split
between bad habits
and six foot deep pit
of drilled debt.
Must constantly remind
myself that this porcelain
existence, on edge of crumbling
cliff, still retains moments
of exquisite beauty.
Elizabeth Crawford 6/15/14
Notes: Not satisfied with this one. Didn’t use all of the words. It doesn’t feel finished even though I know it is. Know there is always next week, though.
Soul's Music 
Perhaps you bad habits could veer towards exquisite porcelain then you could be on a winner.
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If you figure out how to make it work, do let me know!
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Wishes have rough edges and feel unfinished..maybe your poem reflects that..although to me it reads exquisitely..day dreaming is so important to help drag us through reality..we must always remember those beautiful bits..although cold hard cash would be good too..happy Sunday to you
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There’s beauty to be found even at the edge of a crumbling cliff. This is well done!
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I am never satisfied with my own writing, but yours never disappoints me.
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Ah, I think we have to, no matter what, find a way to find and enjoy beauty in our lives.
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So beautifully put together.
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I want to whistle up a fortune with you! Your last stanza contains truth and poetry is nothing if not about truth. Well done.
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Yeah, don’t forget to look around while crumbling. To your wish to come true! :)xx
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There is always beauty. Enjoy your Sunday!
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I teeter on the edge of that cliff, too, Elizabeth and thankfully yes, there are moments of such beauty!!!!!!! Going to my great grandson’s birthday today – he is eight! Yay! Something to celebrate!
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Enjoyed this, Elizabeth. I can see you tinkering with this to get it like you want it to be.
Love,
Pamela ox
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Actually it sound finished to me. Sometimes it’s better to leave a poem rough
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I’m with Cathy…it feels complete to me also. I know what you mean too, though. Sometimes things just won’t come together and it’s annoying.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/06/drilling-for-answers.html
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