Wordle #184

184

Brenda Warren

Blue poppies neither dissuade

My visions nor furnish them.

How frivolous these inklings

When abridged for the sake

Of speedy conversation

And how brief the spark

When the audience

Cannot derive the epilogue

From its gnarled beginnings.

Strange are the idols of man

And stranger still his renderings.

The number thirteen hangs

Over my head like a cat’s grin

Scathing in its serial regard.

I will never forget the lay of my body

Its apocalyptic roots compressing

My vocal chords that the screams

Within register only as sighs.

I want to be audible

Even in silence,

To be relevant, however,

Uncompromising my muse

To exceed those expectations

Which have condemned

All venture literary or otherwise.

I want to be, without

Feeling myself unwelcome,

An indisputable part

Of the life that I’ve been given.

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10 responses to “Wordle #184

  1. she
    was
    thirteen
    when
    she
    first
    saw
    the
    blue
    poppies
    growing
    next
    to
    the
    gnarled
    tree

    frivolous
    she
    laughed
    not
    having
    an
    inkling
    that
    poppies
    were
    expected
    to
    be
    orange

    she
    didn’t
    think
    their
    color
    mattered
    never
    thought
    them
    strange
    or
    an
    apocalyptic
    sign
    of
    any
    kind

    she
    became
    very
    still
    but
    the
    flowers
    were
    silent
    they
    made
    no
    audible
    sound

    She
    held
    her
    beloved
    book
    in
    her
    hands
    a
    literary
    masterpiece
    she
    thought
    it’s
    roots
    buried
    deep
    in
    fantasy

    she
    had
    written
    an
    epilogue
    but
    quickly
    dismissed
    it
    as
    she
    placed
    the
    book
    into
    its
    shallow
    grave

    she
    had
    taken
    her
    time
    with
    this
    book
    she
    wasn’t
    speedy
    when
    turned
    the
    pages
    but
    caressed
    each
    and
    every
    one
    with
    loving
    care

    books
    had
    been
    outlawed
    banned
    by
    the
    state
    she
    had
    to
    let
    it
    go

    after
    the
    deed
    was
    done
    she
    walked
    away
    without
    looking
    back
    knowing
    that
    she
    was
    leaving
    part
    of
    her
    soul
    behind

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