Sunday Whirl
Far From Home
I sit among the ruins
Crumbled, rotted, waste
A metallic taste in my mouth
As just before throwing up
The staccato beat of my heart
Crashes loudly in my ears
A dart is thrown
Seeking a target
I am in exile
I walk the desert
Lift the latch
Reveal the scar
The wind throws a billow of sand
Before me
Dirt devils give a petulant twist
Light fuses
Set fires seen in the distance
I accept the present without rebellion
The future is dubious
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Oh you used that wordle well! Love the “petulant” dirt devils.
Annelle- I agree with Sherry… the words weren’t forced at all. That metallic taste I can imagine so easily.
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A whirl wind and tornado of imagery..I particularly love the end line..leaves in the whirl and swirl of thought..what happens next..I wonder..Jae
Dear Jae Thank you for your comments. And isn’t that “life”? We wonder what happens next. ….I wonder, too. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Annell, the future is dubious. Nice flow here.
Pamela
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The vision of ‘petulant’ dirt devils reminds me of the cartoon of the tasmanian devil, who always showed up in a small tornado of dust. I always look forward to seeing the pictures you choose to go with your poetry.
margo
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Your very last line really resonates with me. Because the future is dubious, I am trying (desperately, sometimes) to live in the here and now.
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Annell, I, too, like “petulant twist” – and the last line is perfect. It called me back to the title; the title and the last line work so well together.
Richard
I definitely love the last two lines. We have to accept the present, and the futre IS always dubious. Wisdom, whether we like it or not!
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/wordle-42.html
like the last line, sorta get the feelings that the person just gave up.
I am left curious. Hmmmmm!
Sorry I’m so late to the parade. I like the manner in which you used the wordle words. And thanks for visiting my site. Dubious is a good word to ponder,
Elizabeth
Thanks for your comments. I’ve missed you, but I also haven’t been too active on the “puter.” Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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