Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #287

Words:  line, seem, deal, fill, sky, swing, deny, boom, marooned, hope, stream, sign

Marooned on misty green
island. At onset
of isolation, he hoped
help would arrive. First
time sky filled with stream
of charcoal clouds–thunder
booming, trees swinging–
he was terrified. Seemed
like forces would lift up
the ground, tossing him
into the sea. He attempted
to make a deal with anyone
who might be listening,
pledging to deny all sinful
ways, lead an exemplary life,
if only someone would throw
him a line of rescue. Six months
passed. Last thing he wanted
was any sign of rescue. Life was good.

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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