For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #214
worm, stop, here, speak, amber, chirping,
deal, easy, rot, foster, me, secret
For Sunday’s Whirligig: #22
hears, dread, smothers, cane, hobbles, swart,
wanting, disguise, poem, vowels, imagines, uncanny
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #267
Me? I’m No Good at Keeping ‘Em.
Here’s the deal: a secret fosters
an uncanny urge to speak it.
Disguising itself as an amber worm,
crawling through imagination, hobbling
any vowel of truth it encounters.
Smothering it’s keeper with dread
should any chirp of its rotten wanting
raise its head to be heard.
Never easy to stop leaning on swarthy
cane of deception, once that path has
been chosen. Even harder, if one is a writer
of poems. For the words themselves
have an eerie tendency to weave a fabric
that resembles the white light of reality‘s
Elizabeth Crawford 8/30/15
Notes: I’m simply enjoying the two word list task. Pic is a digital image created on another Photoshop App. Cross your fingers. With some amount of trial and error, I think I have found and fixed the problem of not being able to respond to comments.