Wordle #102

Week 102

I see her in every careless frame of reference,
in the plumes of ephemera attenuating her smile
in those dreams which amnesia prefers not mention.

It is not for me to decide, the nostrum is hers to ingest.
I guard against notification, against the weeping stones of cataclysm.
She crouches low, a stain perceptible to those who seek.

She’s is seismic, episodic, a blatherskite
terminating every sentence with an exclamation.
I am rigor mortis incarnate, concave and righteous,
an addiction without superlative feature.

Sorry for the lack of posts I have been busy and stressed

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13 responses to “Wordle #102

  1. in those dreams which amnesia prefers not mention.

    She crouches low, a stain perceptible to those who seek.

    I am rigor mortis incarnate, concave and righteous,

    My 3 fave lines and the last stanza is awesome! Packed a tremendous punch in the entire piece with an excellent use of the wordle, which LOL is, as most always, a challenge, but great.

    Great tight piece Yves 🙂

    Be well.

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