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Wordle #337

The Postman Only Brings Bills

I’m waiting for this ink to spin
and bend my pelican-beach thoughts.
Gentle words to de-blur my brain.

Maybe inject a salty sun, or
a sense of minty warmth into my
hoar-smitten spectacle.

I missed your call last night.
Wish you’d left a message,
but we both know,
everything’s already been said.

 

 

Sunday Whirl #337 words: missing, mint, inject, spectacle, sense, bend, post, row, ink, spin, gentle, message. Image is from unSplash

Misky

2 responses to “Wordle #337”

  1. weejars avatar
    weejars

    I really enjoyed this. A great use of the words

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  2. mhmp77 avatar
    mhmp77

    kaykuala

    I missed your call last night.
    Wish you’d left a message,
    but we both know,
    everything’s already been said.

    Parting can be most painful if only this is realized in the beginning and not after the fact.

    Hank

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