For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #222
full, ground, hour, buddy, sell, element,
ability, theory, demon, gear, lane, trees
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #30
melon, whorehouse, oubliette, wearing, rattle, sleeping,
touching, vanilla, mania, bone, smite, spit wad
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #275
No matter how vanilla flavored we would prefer
our lives to be, there comes that darkest hour
when the mind becomes an oubliette, a demon
wearing a rattle of past bones, no more than a wad
of spit ground into floor of a Texas whorehouse.
Where sleep is a manic theory sold only to highest
bidder, an untouchable element that staggers
ability to reason, and any sound is a concrete melon
crashing down to smite thinnest thread of hope
Yet, if we have done the work of making the soul
our buddy, now it will come with all of its finest gear
to transport us to a quiet country lane lined with dark
barked trees fully covered in crisp Autumn leaves that
whisper of drifting away on a scent of fragrant color.
Elizabeth Crawford 10/25/15
Image is a photo taken a few days ago, at a small horse farm not far from where I live. Look me up on Facebook and see what happened when I put it through the kaleidoscope apps.