Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle Prompt:
across the meadow far and away
the body
who sings those fearsome tunes
on no moon nights
echoes no love, sings no sweetness
nothing intimate, no last spree,
where window parts of dark
ancient stars in free fall
shoot through fleshless paint
keening reserves the use to shock
outsiders who dare come hear and shiver
across the meadow far and away
♥ ♥ ♥
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3 comments:
Ah what a wonderful read !! Love the images in it.
http://thequietone.net/2013/03/11/wordle-99/
Oh...loving this Sue. Transported by your words.
I love the feeling of roundness the same beginning and end give to this poem, and the magical words in between... especially those ancient stars in free fall...
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