Evil At The Crossroads

Posted on November 2, 2020 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #480

Words:  call, rattle, toll, fall, crossroads, shame, word, 
until, path, hands, come, suspect


Word on the street:
You are at a crossroads.
pick wrong path, shame
will come to you.  Evil
calls with a suspect
rattle.  Until bell tolls
this chilly Fall night,
hands reach out
for you.

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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.
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2 Responses to Evil At The Crossroads

  1. hank77 says:
    November 2, 2020 at 6:27 pm

    kaykuala

    pick wrong path, shame
    will come to you. Evil
    calls with a suspect rattle.

    How often one feels the worry that one has made a wrong move. It is with regret but still it repeats again and again. Once down one will always feel down. Such days can happen if one entertains the worries and it continues being worrying.

    Hank

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