You are the reason for my silence,
The reason my breath struggles
Despite the clarity of its course.
Such exceptions are not for me to judge
But I exalt them nevertheless.
Whatever the content
A heart will grind its gears
In the presence of temptation.
I cannot recover the warmth
That once inhabited my limbs.
What was red is now white.
What was naked is now smeared
In its own leavings.
Pitiful is the girl
Who rejects humiliation.
Blustery air does not seek refraction.
A wool mitten serves the flesh
Whatever the inconvenience imposed.
The foam in a mug of hot cocoa
May in moments of madness
Pass between my lips
But sugar is palatable in many forms.
The imprint still remains.
Have become my only distinction,
These shivs of bone,
These ribs which pierce
That which they hold most dear.
Blood sipped at a high altitude
Is as clear as vodka,
As poignant as nutmeg
Once advanced a moment
Will not be undone.
I own a dress that simpers as it hangs
Only age can reinvent such nostalgia
But I am not as hopeful as it suggests.
I do not even want you to pass
The threshold between dreams and reality.
I am only a child, an oyster without proof.
I am late! I actually found this Wordle a real challenge and oddly it wasn’t the inclusion of nacreous and refraction that made it so, it was the scene suggested by the words.
17 thoughts on “Wordle #46 Retro”
Deep reflections ,,,
Thank you kindly!
solid last stanza….it brings it back to a sentimental feel for me….the grinding gears of the heart and the feel of cold and unable to warm again…makes it all very real….
Thank you so much Brian I am glad you felt it, that is the most important part
This was way beyond your regular brilliance. It was shaper at its edges.
The best line: Blood sipped at high altitude.
What an AWESOME poem!
Oh wow thank you! I have a regular brilliance, you are so kind!
“I own a dress that simpers as it hangs
Only age can reinvent such nostalgia”
This, and the last line, are my favorite parts.
Thank you so much that is so sweet =)
There are so many fabulous lines in your piece – late or not Yves.
A few of my faves: “These shivs of bone,” “Blood sipped at a high altitude / Is as clear as vodka, ” “I own a dress that simpers as it hangs” ….. how I wish I had written such lines!
Funny – it was my first wordle attempt – and I too was thrown by the image, not the words. Still, I think this is most excellent 🙂
Wow thank you! You did an amazing job with the Wordle. My first attempts at Wordles did not turn out so well but I have fallen in love with them. I find them to be a source of inspiration and a test of ingenuity. I am so happy that you have joined prompt XD
So I am not the only one lol
Thanks for the generous compliment Yves – LOL — nope, you weren’t the only one 🙂
Powerful, deep, heartfelt!… Wise poem!… Best wishes, Aquileana 😀
Thanks so much!
Great job with your use of words. Your descriptions paint pictures!
Thank you for saying so!
No problem! 🙂