Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #425
Words: mine, dry, style, shy, collide, finger, light, forge, cats, salt, free, follow
These cats had a free
-wheelin’ style, Kyle.
Beckoning their tobacco-
stained fingers, the cats
had the shy guys colliding,
trying to follow in their
footsteps. Forged from
different stock, these
cats shocked most people
with their dry humor,
and that fighting light
in their eyes. All were
artists and writers
with an endless mine of
material. Underneath
the bravado, they wondered
if they had the salt
to make it.
That’s life as a writer, confidence in yourself is high. but competition is higher, maybe posthumous fame is the answer!
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It wouldn’t do much for me!
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I love the use of cats – really set the tone of the 1950’s and all aspiring creators
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Thanks, Jae!
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Sarah, I like the language and feel of this, a very hip poem.
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Thanks, Mike! I wish I could have frequented these places at that time.
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