Wordling for Sunday Whirl #108

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!

far above the mouth,

binding space to cave,

the sun chants a crooked vow

drones a darkened mantra

~ permits a broken promise

to bind to everyman's fist 

circling to its making

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Wordling for Sunday Whirl #107

Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle!

too thunderous to count

messages spit across

the soupy sky

a thousand red charms

pulse from front to back

and round about again

like the sheen of time

dresses each crazed dish

the mystic signs for calm

but all eyes are on the

thunderous messages

spit across the soupy sky

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Wraiths for Sunday Whirl #96

Thanks, Brenda, for the wordle prompt...

imaginary fiends

scurry under naked roots

hide from fresh candlelight

that births a simple gloom

to frighten through the night

a subtle lack of doors

holds the wraiths inside

those ghoulish faces

imaginary fiends  

sent flying by the dawn

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