The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #257
drizzle, rot, roots, diamonds, trail, tunnel,
swift, heaven, peak, weeping, medicine, saint
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #65
single, empty, dandelion, spool, aflame, wanton,
flaring, wildflowers, poppies, coastal, innocent, coat
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #308
Finding The Right Medicine
They certainly are not diamonds,
these dandelion roots of words
wantonly sprawling themselves
across single sheet of white paper.
Leave a senseless trail spooling out,
foolish empty rot of nonsense
that tunnels beneath surface of any
innocent purpose under heaven.
A weeping saint, aflame with fervor,
could not swiftly put an end
to mindless drizzle of black ink
that furs this coat of wild creativity.
Seeking inner calm, close eyes to see
coastal peak, field of wildflowers, bright
red poppies flaring their heads in golden
sunlight. Once again, at peace.
Elizabeth Crawford 6/26/16
Notes: This one came in pieces, one stanza at a time. Each, several hours apart. Used all of the words, one in the Title.
Image is one of my templates colored with Artists Pens, with a digital background.