For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #218
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trump, bust, level, kick, dressed, mess,
exists, music, spin, visit, system, sighs
For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle#26
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horses, poems, dancing, balcony, railing, sing,
luxury, apartments, windows, dirty, shining, brick
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #271
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A Future?
Prancing horses seen from balcony railing
of luxury apartment are like poems dressed up,
dancing to a music only they might sing.
While a trump goes bust in a mess of slung
bricks, putting spin on a system seen only
through dirty windows of once shining soul.
Level ground not found, as sighs of disbelief
are kicked to a curb where no one visits
and only a multitude of homeless exist.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/27/15
Notes: My apologies. Once again, I am not being allowed to leave comments. Will continue to attempt to fix the problem.
Soul's Music 
Wow. Quite an achievement rolling those words all into one composition.
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Yes what a compact piece of word mud (and I use that in the very best of senses) – I can picture it stuck to that luxury apartment window…..impossible to shift..obliterating the view..a midden of reality they would probably close their luxury curtains on…or get someone who doesn’t count to clean it off..perhaps the future is from the bottom up not the top down..hmm
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I have trouble enough getting 12 to fit let alone 24. However I was most impressed by the ” seen only through dirty windows of once shining soul”.
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Which trump going bust are you referring to? The small “t” version, or the capital “T”? 😉
Seeking Sugar
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First stanza was my favorite. Reading the second stanza, I wondered if the ‘trump’ was a play on words. The last stanza gave a bleak picture!
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Well done to mingle these words into something so coherent.
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from a note of joy to a bleak sadness…an excellent write combining all those words…wow…
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So many words laid into that intricate pattern. and painting such a bleak picture the homeless life.
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Wow. What an amazing prompt mashup, words laid carefully like bricks themselves.
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“like poems dressed up, dancing to a music only they can sing.” Wow, how I love that line and image……….the prancing horses…….and your closing line is a stunner. This poem packs a punch, kiddo.
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amazing imagery and the way you tell it.
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All those words! And how well you used them – like an ancient stone wall built with no mortar and yet strong and still standing after all this time. That is what this poem reminds me of.
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I felt a powerful punch in this amazing write 😀
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A future indeed….not for some it seems…that is the bitter truth and the deep sadness as you expressed so well here.
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The first two lines spin an entree to appealing magic…abruptly thwarted by raw reality. Beautifully written.
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yes, definitely a message…through dirty windows
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I let this poem wondering what a homeless population would do with all those prancing horses!? Maybe they’d put the trumps of the world on horseback and rush them out of town?
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Well done, Elizabeth. I am funked out. Sorry for not visiting two weeks ago.
I miss you my friend,
Pamela ox
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Being kicked to the curb is an all-too-common experience for many in our world. I wonder if it will ever stop?
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