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Showing posts with label Sunday Whirl wordle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday Whirl wordle. Show all posts

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Doubling Up

Today I'm doing doubles.  My insane self-appointed goal is to one day write a word prompt using only the words provided while having that creation make sense.   I have used two sets of twelve prompt words using two words twice and fourteen other words.  I don't think I made it.

"More Meth
cry mouths
midnight receded
mutant sins cry to be fed

Mortuary magician
knows
the chill and rattle 
of many

Motor web creek
scry with crystal thread
maybe mariachis
drums

While sins missed
could be forgiven
rather than plastered
publicly

Sunday, June 22, 2014

A Combined Challenge Dancing With Fate

Picture compliments of The Nice Cage Blog "writing from the underbelly of comfort."  Izy Gruye is a newly discovered blogger by me that has great talent.  Imaginary Garden With Read Toads is featuring Play It Again.  This is an opportunity to meet several challenges they have had in the past.  I chose this photo from Izy's blog and have added the Sunday Whirl's Wordle to challenge myself more.
Dancing With Fate

I gave a penny to a Tarot reader
To make sense of the dark plague
That was my life
She said, "Dancing and praying
Is all you have left
I see a gun.  Beware!"

So I danced in the cemetery
During the Blood Moon
To seduce my fate
I danced not alone
But 
With a dreadful creature

A kiss was my price
The camera lay where I fell
I forgot to levitate!

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Dirt Poor

Dirt poor and stuck
Looking hard to find the treat
Of living well
Just making ends meet

Mice and rocking chairs squeak
Anchored far from North
With a need to survey
Our condition to sally forth

A meeting's called
Report read
Watching your mate
What's in their head

"The Night They Drove Ole Dixie Down"
"Take what you need and leave the rest"
We lost more than face
When they took the very best

Old wounds heal slowly
But slow healing is best
Your heart flutters
Civil War was/is a mess

We smile
As the pigeons fly
They're good to eat
We still get by.

Dirt Poor and stuck
We show no defeat
There's pride in our work
Every day of the week

The Sunday Whirl prompt along with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads combined using Challenge #2: "Dirt Farmer" Imagined by Marian 

Thank you both for tempting me to "push the envelope."
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