Bonus Wordle “November 9, 2015”

Bonus Wordle

(Cagestruck (via Yves) to be clueless of the customs, dialect/language/slang, and haunts of an unfamiliar city., Ardle (via Michael) a person who urinates whenever and wherever the mood strikes them.

Shiprighteous (via KO) A smugly moralistic ship.

Figimaled (via Jules) Primarily Farklempt; distressed, confused, annoyed, dismayed.

Aarambham (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for the beginning.

Avasaanam (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for the end.

Punarjanmam (via Two Paise Poems) Indian for rebirth or reincarnation.

Teekva (via a darkened house) Russian for a pumpkin.

Skuddling (via a darkened house) side-ways, skitterish motion

Maganda (via Ladyleemanila) Filipino word for beauty, refers to the beauty of both form and spirit.

Sayang (via Hank) Malay/Indonesian word referring to a loved one. Also used to express one’s affectionate feelings to a lady – whispered softly while nibbling the ear lobe.

Appraisal (via Ranted Crow); The act or result of judging the worth or value of something or someone. For this wordle we did not need to use all the words and could choose just one but I used all of them excluding my word)

Petals of flame nip at my branches.

A willow stooped and aghast

Stirs her fathomless soup.

Come winter the ravens

Will pry trash from open bins

And residues from cracks

Too stingy to admit them.

Come winter I’ll be bundled

In sorrowful afghans

And Escher grey cloud concepts.

I will succumb to the famish

Of late morning, scuddling

From cupboard to cupboard.

The cold tests my marrow,

My veins grip in sleeves

Of muscle deadening

My hands and feet.

I am not equipped for this.

I paint hearts over the rise

Of your exposed breasts.

You are warm enough

To crawl into.

Punarjanmam is not for the faint

You must face the aarambham

And the avasaanam in

The same measured breath.

The sayang and the siren,

The worst and the best of each.

You are maganda, a teekva,

A sparrow, every length repeated

In the seas lascivious tide.

You are infinite and within you

I too am repeated.

I am figimaled and shiprighteous

Sentient only because

You have conceived me thus,

Sentient only because

You have ridden me

Into the storm, sails shorn,

Mast pummeled.

I have ardled and appraised.

I have sought and emptied.

My heart is full of shoes.

I am a sad sack, a giddy,

Unpalatable muse.

I am a rave of perversions

And gorgeous Shakespearean crypts.

I was even you once, long ago

Before it came into fashion.