Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #568
Words: face, map, check, hope, vast, stillness, sparrows,
kiss, pulpit, lack, silent, whisper
You whisper into
your hopeful face
a vast map
hold in check.
I burn for fire
a pulpit. You
are sweet as a
sparrow in Spring,
but you lack
of an eagle.
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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Love the comparison … kisses to a fiery sermon.
Thanks, Helen! Now feel that burn.