Wordle #8 “Scrap”

 

Wordle8

I do not possess

A wren’s vibrato

The supernal utterance

Palliative and perplexing

As a diurnal breach

 

My tongue is slippery

It stokes the fire simpering

Inside your cerebellum

Sweeps the floor

From underneath

Your sensible shoes

Buckles both knees

To assuage the ruse

 

There is ecstasy in regret

The way it drenches pride

The way it clings, graphic

As static and longitudinal

As a windswept rain

I covet these burns

That I may not do so again

 

I’ve a head full of moss

Soft as a freshly risen grave

I believe in karma

In the agitation of fate

Still I cannot see

Any other lantern

Save the moon

 

My eyes are not a lake

Into which one would

Consciously drown

For who could bare

Long enough to look?

Who could thread

My brokenness?

My loneliness?

My rage?

There is no aperture

Of comparable size

I myself am a void

Who could riddle me

Into cohesion?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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16 responses to “Wordle #8 “Scrap”

  1. This description of feelings (some of which I can absolutely relate to) is so beautiful and flowing I don’t quite know what to do with myself. Oh, but I’m happy I didn’t have to deal with the word diurnal in the actual wordle… *scurries off to look up diurnal* Beautiful piece!

  2. Feeling vulnerable? You are at your best when you feel so, my dear friend. Excellent piece of writing; your emotions run through powerfully through imagery. 🙂

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