Sunday Wordle #129: blinked, ripe, clever, stars, flesh, nest, chance, basket, saw, swept, hand, secret

Posted on October 7, 2013 by purplepeninportland

Under The Sky

Set me down in a fleece-lined
basket, where I may nest
under a star-swept sky.
Keep my location secret
from vipers ripe for new
flesh to use in their daily
gossip with clever friends,
ones who offer to lend
a hand.  I saw the truth
through blinked back tears.
Shallow souls.

 

Written for http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Sunday Wordle #129: blinked, ripe, clever, stars, flesh, nest, chance, basket, saw, swept, hand, secret

  1. clawfish says:
    October 7, 2013 at 4:44 am

    shallow souls, but this definitely not shallow

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  2. whimsygizmo says:
    October 9, 2013 at 2:02 am

    Ohhhhh…THIS:
    “Set me down in a fleece-lined
    basket, where I may nest
    under a star-swept sky.”

    Yes, please. Beautiful.

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