Wordle #92

Week 92

Your tepid smile swallows

my hesitations as if a lark.

Please God not another affirmation.

Preference is the saddest

of all the seasons.

Where’s the adventure?

The punitive thrills?

Where is tomorrow in

the untraceable vortex

of your pedestrian calendar?

Your lips write in cursive

across the blueprints of my soul.

My heart arrhythmic, sealed

to pulchritude and the sky, the same

stinging hue of aquamarine

as the indefatigable sea.

I wrote this quite literally in about 3 minutes, it just popped out! Today I have another meeting with the unemployment office, I wonder if I get my training schedule?