For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #173
bend, east, lane, limit, case, grain,
sound, parts, straight, water, eye, way
Try to bend my way with whatever
wind is passing through these parts,
straightening my sails while keeping
an eye on the water line.
Wasn’t always the case. Limited
by small grain of understanding,
had to completely switch lanes
to sound of soughing exasperation.
Finally learned to look east, toward
rising sun. To remember that each
morning is a new beginning and I
will find whatever I need within it.
Elizabeth Crawford 8/10/14
Notes: Image is an inverted template with a pen and ink line weave drawing in its center.