The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 483

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Nonsense

When I listen to the wind 
I hear sounds from my home 
sounds so soft and tender 
like big bubbles upon new foam.  

The gratitude I hear right now 
helps feed my hungry mind 
there is no simple frill or vibe  
no, nothing of that kind. 

And so I lay upon my bed 
of silver sheets and spread 
while all the sounds around me 
flow softly through my head.   

And when I find my road is done 
I will not mince a word 
I finally put my finger on it 
My family says I’m absurd.  

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

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