Wordle 37 Dec. 1

Convulsive laughter maimed

The pallor of his cheeks

Left me dizzy and incredulous.

His humor was poisonous in high doses

And I had heard enough

Lacteal larks foaming with unease

Barbwire teeth arresting

 

I gripped the banister ferociously

Rustling the joints in my knuckles

If only I had some excuse

Some means to controvert my detainment

But there was nothing.

My eyes fell on the stairs with haste

Winding their way up

Mind splintering the crannies

Of a more tolerable captivity

If only I could hide in plain sight

A ghost in the attic

Sought only in avoidance

 

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Wordle #37@MLMM

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On a completely unrelated note

We got the keys to the house yesterday! We went to visit, it is just so beautiful! Sam has to work this week but next week he is off and we can start in earnest. I have some X-mas shopping to do as well even though we are dead broke at the moment. Did I mention the car has a serious problem? I am in every conceivable mood. I want to win the lottery.

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20 thoughts on “Wordle #37 “Plain Sight”

  1. A demanding poem, familiar and yet not familiar in its setting but dark and strange in theme and yet oddly drawing, drawing the reader in and holding on.
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    GOOD LUCK in your new home; may you and yours be happy there.
    My best
    john

  2. oy i feel you….my wife just came home yesterday saying the car needed some work…and i thought we might make it through the year…make stuff for each other….we have done that on years that the money has been tight…plus you got a house…and that is def a present….smiles.

  3. Loved your poem … and I’m so happy that you’ve been able to get your keys to the new house … a wonderful adventure lies before you! Too bad about the car though. 😦

  4. Great use of the prompt words! Have fun shopping. Hope car problems are easily fixable.
    Fingers crossed for you and your family’s smooth resettlement.

  5. Too much of a good thing? Or maybe The Joker from Batman? Either way, skilled word deployment in this battle with bemusement.

    (I think it’s a tradition in some countries to crack a bottle of champagne over your husband’s head when you enter a new abode…I think…)

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