Wordle 41 (untitled)

when I was born, my feet were of clay and earth,
but my head was of serenity – anguish I knew not –
I was fresh, only permeable to love,

the shocks and startles would come, but later,
when the world ended, whimpering,
and the fields were frozen or of flame.

/ / /

This poem was written in response to Wordle 41 at The Sunday Whirl.

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16 thoughts on “Wordle 41 (untitled)

  1. Richard, this is so well wordled that I would not have known it was a wordle. LOL. Often when a person writes a very short poem with the ‘wordle’ words, it lacks something; but yours makes perfect sense and the ending is stunning.

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