Wordle #71
The Gift
Day grows late
Dusk meets
The dark of night
I search for your trace
You are the operator
That links past and present
The essential recipe
For communication
Written with a pencil
Or drawn with a piece of charcoal
On scrape of paper
Left near the fence
Now all is forgiven
A chain of roses
Or empty words
Heavy with sweet scent
Of heartache
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The last three lines express such deep sadness. Well wordled, Annell!
Heartache… the gift that keeps on giving. I like the way you put the words together to convey this sad tale…
“A chain of roses or empty words heavy with sweet scent of heartache” is gorgeous, Annell!
This reminds me of road side memorials…or places where accidents should not have happened. Where roses, stuffed toys, candles and writings are left. While a necessity, fences…well I think some fences could be made prettier.
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The essential recipe for communication….a chain of roses… and, the last three lines are exquisite for their depth of emotion. A beautiful piece Annell.
Heavy with sweet scent of heartache…
This is so very beautiful, Annell.
Perhaps the most beautiful gifts are wrapped in sadness..there is something beautiful about the scrape of paper and the pencil..more lasting..permanent..such a rich and delicate piece…jae
This is delicate and yet so sad, Annell.
Pamela
these wordles lent themselves to a pervasive air of loss and grief…..great job conveying emotions … lovely flow
Beautifully written Annell, deeply heartfelt especially your closing lines,
Elizabeth
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The words fell together so naturally, soothingly in your piece, Annell.
I think this is my first time here- how have I not found you before? It is always nice to meet another worldler! I think it is interesting how both our pieces open on the edge between dusk and night. I like the edges of things… where change is happening. Nice to meet another artist/writer. The image is really nice.