Wordle 100

for this month only
change your name
to reflect your share

how can one master
love? it moves
and changes so much

master of my fate
I drop the
die on the table

share what you master
train our ears
for all the faint words

parallel, the train
runs by my
street and calls to me

memory places
are faint calls
compared to the now

she places her love
in my hands
and I want to faint

March comes to an end
and words call:
month for poetry

on this quiet street
the tumult
of people marching

it is not a stretch
to create
it is a calling

I will die someday
but bits of
me live on in words

/ / /

These lune were written in response to Wordle 100 at The Sunday Whirl.

2 thoughts on “Wordle 100

  1. The bits that live on in words after we die…perhaps these are the most important parts of us, after all. I have enjoyed reading your bits this morning, Richard. Keep writing so that more of you may live!

    A Dozen Whirls


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