Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #514
Words: sense, years, still, mend, frame, scry, decry, marry,
funnel, avenue, heart, fall
Though scryer swore
that her heart would mend,
she would fall in love,
and marry again, she still
sensed problems on the
horizon. Fears framed her
outlook. Friends decried
dependence upon a crystal
ball. Perhaps she will seek
out a new avenue, one that welcomes
reliance solely on herself. Too
many years were funneled by
others. The ball darkened.
She paid her fee, and left.
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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