Whirligig

I've missed the challenge of Sunday's Whirligig.  Each week a picture with words are listed.  The words are pushed around, rearranged, and molded into something different with every one's take. This prompt is from Wednesday August 24th. I'm a little late. I always enjoy these.  My self appointed goal is to combine the words using as few extra words as possible and still make sense.  I hope I've accomplished that.

Senseless, harsh, silly songs cry out scornfully, 

"Smite the old dreams!"

Absolution promotes dishonesty to silence forever 

The serene infant that was our great nation.

Prodigal Ways

Sunday's Whirligig

Learn from the prodigal* son

treasure lies in grieving

rushing water roars

Longing is but gravel 

in a fast flowing river

wearing down with time

Hide not in a tavern

but fan the flames 

of a home fire

We cannot find candles

that outshine the sun

so we return

Welcomed, 

loved,

forgiven always

*prodigal- 'wastefully extravagant'

Out! Damned Stain

Sunday's Whirligig

Use the words above and create poem or prose.

Clip this diaphanous garment from me

The lace is mottled with shades of red

Out, damned stain!

Dissonant purse, be gone! 

I demand iridescent cloth

To cover me in crying weather 

Alone wrapped in velour
I write with ink no more.

Tears cause words to run

And that's what I'm posting

for

Sunday's Whirligig