Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!
somewhere back there
ancient trunks hover
above forlorn trails
masking tiny forks
a desire to fuse
drives the manic
to seek a better space
a clash of time
sweeps the sand
before it resets the
tide
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The images created in this short poem fill it with rich warmth and movement. I can see the tide's foam.
Love the image of ancient trunks.
We humans are always seeking better space aren't we. Yes, manic.
Lovely... I especially like:
a clash of time sweeps the sand before it resets the tide
Oh, I DO love the idea of the tide being reset! Superb!
I agree, this is superb!
mmm, the bit about the tide...
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