The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #258
first, call, smell, look, tide, dissolve,
branch, spin, trip, vote, give, spell
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #69
garden, hummingbird, hover, weeds, burdock, peony,
patterns, softening, stem, dwindle, loss, whirring
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #312
Yet, Another “Yes” Vote
That first call came so long ago,
am amazed it hasn’t dissolved
in whirring patterns of seasonal tides
inside hummingbird memory.
Hovers there, amidst tall weeds,
burdock of loss, never softens, or dwindles.
Still spinning its spell, enticing smell,
and look of trip worth taking.
Sturdy stem, as thick as tree branch,
constantly gives support, as I once
again, lift myself toward imaginary
garden and these peonies of poetry.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/24/16
notes: When I stop and think of the fact that I have been writing for almost forty years, I sometimes feel tired. Like last week, and when I’m tired, I get ornery and rebellious, and turn away. This week, after collecting both word lists, my eyes fell on those two first words, first, and call, and the first line was dancing through my head, immediately followed by most of the rest of them. Have to admit that the call to poetry is the strongest one I own, and am not sure that is always a good thing. Yet, it also carries one of the greatest bits of satisfaction when completed. I did use all of the words. Image is from the internet.