Wordle #188

188

Brenda Warren

What miserable children we were!

Forgotten are the stains of miscreance

The nimble pirouettes and cloudy days

Pressed against a decisive pane of glass.

How we waited hearts resolute

Eyelashes palpitate, lips aflutter,

Neglected fingernails hammering

A nocturne composed explicitly

To punctuate our impatience.

These are not the moments

That plague us in maturation

An inconvenience seldom spills over.

I remember most that which was

Unspeakable and that which in passing

Might seem ordinary if not for joy.

I do not remember boredom

Though it must have preoccupied me once

And in occupation abducted

Many precious opportunities for fun.

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6 responses to “Wordle #188

  1. she
    had
    her
    moments
    even
    though
    everyone
    said
    that
    her
    pirouettes
    were
    miserable
    and
    that
    somehow
    she
    must
    have
    forgotten
    how
    to
    dance

    She
    would
    flutter
    across
    the
    boards
    making
    a
    decision
    that
    moments
    later
    she
    revised

    Of
    course
    she
    took
    spills
    who
    didn’t
    but
    they
    said
    that
    she
    neglected
    her
    children
    even
    her
    tutu
    but
    she
    remained
    resolute
    saying
    the
    stains
    on
    the
    netting
    were
    not
    of
    her
    making
    and
    once
    the
    cloudy
    skies
    cleared
    up
    she
    would
    once
    again
    take
    center
    stage
    because
    that’s
    where
    she
    belonged

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