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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Poem for Sunday Whirl #62

Thanks, Brenda, for the Sunday prompt.

Ghosting Smoke

the scent of jasmine unfurls,
whistles down old demons
voodoo traps those ample flaws
set free in her domain
and from a rear window
she spots the ghostly montage
where a flameless sunset burns
through the smoke of jasmine

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 The wordles:
 jasmine, granite, whistle, demons, domain, scrap, ample, trapped, montage, flawed, window, sunset 

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Naquillity said...

very nice use of the wordle... hope this finds you well. have a great night~

Anonymous said...

Deft wordling indeed. "Rear window" made me think of Hitchcock.

Anonymous said...

Haunting even while concise. Vivid images you have found in the words.


flaubert said...

Succinct and quite lovely, Susan.


Laurie Kolp said...

Really enjoyed this one... especially:

whistles down old demons
voodoo traps those ample flaws

Daydreamer said...

Very atmospheric. Reminds me of Haiti or, New Orleans with the voodoo.
Great imagery :)

Anonymous said...

nice and tight and tidy. Great use of the words.

Anonymous said...

You're still at it big time. Of course! Tracked a B&N advert to a book called Tumbleweeds and it jogged me to Tumblewords, to where I dug a flameless sunset burning through the smoke of jasmine. : )

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Beautifully done with lovely imagery!
Madeleine Begun Kane

Anonymous said...

Nicely done! I love when the ending echoes the beginning...as yours does. Beautiful write.

Jules said...

This reminds me of a Discovery program I watched about a Voodoo Priestess. I can see her sitting comfortably with a wry and knowing grin.
You might enjoy my shorter entry this week called 'Crust'