Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #414
Words: clouds, shy, light, but, fertile, pass, burn, shift, branch, blocks, course, rooted
This poem is a shift
in course. Shy, light
clouds pass by, blocking
a burning sun. This poem
wonder-worries about drought
and wildfires. Branches
extend their arms hoping
for a steady rain. Tree
roots are deep, twisted
tunnels in fertile land,
but, it all can shift course
in an instant.
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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.
well done.
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Thanks Tiffany!
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This is definitely my favorite of all the participants’. LOVE that the poem is speaking–WOW. And I’m thrilled to be led back here where Alice lives!!
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Thanks, Fleur! Glad you enjoyed it.
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I truly did–you’re welcome!
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