For The Sunday Whirl prompt: Wordle #202
knead, excuses, wind, drive, sting, images,
string, trip, club, plant, trample, begin
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They huddle there in a ragged string
of reluctance, some kneading hands,
others mumbling excuses about
how difficult it is to begin.
Offer them various images,
scenarios that might plant
them firmly on stage, each
with role truly suited to their talents.
Their continued resistance stings.
Usually more than willing, they
trip over themselves to cooperate,
almost trampling one another to please.
Their lack of enthusiasm contagious,
write a note to leave on my desk.
They join me under the alpaca throw
where we dream together of driving
south in search of warm winds,
soft sand between our toes, smell
of deep sea in our noses, and where blue
petals of poetry are only made by others.
Elizabeth Crawford 3/8/15