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Tough Elements, Sunday Whirl #389

Tough elements inhibit my judgement.
Sitting on trial, the night denies its chill.
Is it shy?

A file will help me do the bars.
I signal my help on the street.
Although, the prison’s all mine,
they still come to rescue.

Tough elements swipe through the colony.
The night hints at the approaching dawn.

(c) 2018 MK

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Sunday Whirl 372 – My Bruised Vision

The matches light the room
at least a tiny portion where I can use my bruised vision

I love my nails although my hand is numb and aches
A match goes off and I strike another one

There is a rusty mail close to the door
Like a knight, a guard of honour to secure the place
and make sure all splendour is safe – princes, princesses and all

That reminds me
of my blossomed rich garden, where every flower is caged in safety
surrounded by metal edges and love.

The door is unhinged and falls on my aching hand
raising stars before my eyes and voices in my head

I listen close and savour the voices.
I exert my eyes and savour the gleams.
I think all I can and savour the ideas rumbling in my brain.
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Audacity – Sunday Whirl #366

Sunday Wordle #366

Term of the day: Audacity
Next on the menu: How to span the idea
without losing control.

Be aware that tables turn easily,
however well-spoken you are.
Granted you have the courage
to probe the deal,
life will not be terrible.

Term of the day: Audacity.

31.08.2018

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Before the Journey Home

I packed and hit the bar
My mind sharp on my destination for the day.

The pub’s small dog was snarling at a stranger
on the street –
sharp fangs bare.

The stranger raised his arm unconsciously –
showing a scar, faded with the years, but still visible.

The hearth of home was waiting for me –
I saw it sharp before my eyes
Then I hauled my trunk on the cart and left.
(c) 2018, MK

Sunday whirl #341 came, as usual, with interesting words to make you think and flex your poetic mind.

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Sand

Despite the sand which urges down
so boundless and careless,
so hurting my fingers,
I still keep the memory of our sudden madness,

The sound of power and
The shout of wind
Thundering in my ears.

I hunger over those days
Missing them
so much that
I follow the blind tremor
slithering behind my ecstatic joy.

(c) 2018, MK

Sunday Whirl #339 offered very nice words today, as always 🙂

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Sunday Whirl #337

Post that missing message already!
And never mind the spilled ink
that fills the rows with sense or
its gentle meandering bend
that follows your thoughts.

Spin that tale already!
It’s a spectacle to watch –
softly injecting your mind
with the mint of a mojito,
and leading you by the hand
to that message you failed to post.

(c) 2018 MK

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Superstition and Gravity


The train squeezed listless along the platform,
as if a game for happy children:
their January holiday,
with a completed list of gifts –
the sane apathy of parents reluctant to question superstitions.

The train – a figure of shady authority
puffed towards the winter shelter
where grain is stored for hungry throats
where chickens are cuddled to sleep before
they are taken to our feast table,
realistically rising to the occasion –
the gravity of holiday matters.

(c) 2018, mk

This is my weekly wordle poem in answer to Sunday Whirl #334.

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Wordle with no Title

Sunday Whirl 333 – a Wordle without a Title

The spy whistled –
the still water denied the staccato existence of Colorado rapids.
He sat down with a jar of thinner –
maybe diluting it would make it faster.

His sidekick resented the whistling –
he took it for a stupid habit you should kick clean of.
Instead he binge-watched Sabrina, the Teenage Witch
for hours
while sprinkling their home with gas
until all was slick as sin and wishing for death.

(c) 2018 MK

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