Category: MLMM Wordle

Wordle #79 – Why so Blue?

Anna Bratchford6 Comments

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You sit on the embankment
Eyes of blue stare out
Waiting for your cynosure

Grains of sand
In their rough caress
They rub your fingers raw

Your every sinew
Longs for a caring touch

But none prevails

Not from the cold ocean wind, nor
From the lady of the pelagic

A desire so organic
It’s left you rejected

A once shining spoon, now
Rusting on the waters edge

Much worse than salt in the wound.

~

Loved the words for this weeks Wordle from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie! We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used, and ended up using them all this week 🙂

Wordle #78 – The Puppeteer

Anna Bratchford6 Comments

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Ain’t we quaint?
In this technicolor world
Just following the moon
Letting it guide our ways

So inept
We’re like a puppet
Without its puppeteer

The perfect torsion
To mold our Stygian lot

Stone cold drunk
On Razorwine
We don’t realise
The trouble we’re in

That it will grate away
Our freedom, just
To leave the sour truth

Nothing can end in silence

Only a rare soul
Can geminate
And rise again
To lead us a different way

~

I wrote this one for this weeks Wordle at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 🙂 We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used, and ended up using them all this week.

Wordle #70 – Whispers

Anna Bratchford1 Comment

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A tinnitus of harsh remarks.

With the power of a leviathan.
They’re as lethal as a spear.

They will hiss.
They will spit.
They will spray.

So in this way
They coagulate the mind
A dogged frequency.

Flattening the spirit.
In a radial loop.

Inescapable.

~

This is another from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, this time it’s a Wordle! We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used!

Wordle #49 – Paper Tiger

Anna Bratchford7 Comments

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A cool draught of words,
Harsh enough to curdle milk,
But leaving only a twinge of doubt,
To subtly stir the pot,
A bowl of plans, lies and deception.

Until;

It forged a partition,

To me:
A protection,
Far from any form of altruism.

For her:
A paper tiger,
She saw right through.

My last was of her visage,
Tears,
Burning slowly away,
Leaving only a defunct,
And broken heart.

~

I’m trying another newly found writing challenge! 🙂 The lovely Rose Ketring introduced me to this one, you should go check out her gorgeous writing! It’s from Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie, another awesome writing blog, the prompt: Wordle, the words in bold are my choices of twelve I had to use in my poem or story 🙂

Far out, thisone took a definite sad and rather depressing turn. This seems to happen to me a lot…

Thanks for reading! 🙂