Wordle #222

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Haughty

Branches

Procellous- stormy, as the sea

Prolixity- a tendency to speak or write at great or tedious length

Touch

Stumble

Throat

Wild Strawberries

Heavy

Fray

Kimono

Seconds

Walking out of his cottage, Devon knew by the sway of the branches that stumbling out on a procellous day like today was taking a chance that could have heavy consequences. Devon’s leg had not healed properly, was still very sensitive to the touch, and if he fell he was risking damaging the work the doctors had put into reconstructing his thigh after the accident. Were he a woman, he would choose to wear a Kimono to both hide the bandages and provide the loose comfort his wounds yearned for, but for now he would have to focus only on the path in front of him and nothing else. Knowing his luck he would snag the silk on a twig first thing outside and fray the precious silk anyhow.

Devon wasn’t sure why he felt like heading to Marta’s house now. She was a conversationalist with prolixity and he often wanted to leave her company only seconds after she started speaking.

Upon reaching Marta’s door, Devon cleared his throat and knocked on the heavy, wooden door. He didn’t want to show how much he wanted to see her; but he was here and would stay for a while. When Marta opened the door the first thing Devon was hit with was a strong smell of wild strawberries along with warm air of her oven. He would have to try and coax her to let him try whatever it was that she was baking. She was a fantastic chef and never haughty. Sometimes she even acted as though she had never stepped foot in a kitchen before. Devon was hoping the perilous walk here would be worth it!

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Wordle 484

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The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories
he knew what to tell the small kids.
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant
and how grownups just did what they did.

The black of his fur was incredibly soft
so the children would snuggle up close
Holding a hand or maybe his tail
Not knowing what it means to impose.

The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall
He had a long night and awfully long morning
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.

He thought he could buy some good silver tape
and tape himself up straight and nice
Then after he read a few stories to them
would give them some valuable advice.

He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget
that bedtime is good for your brain
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.

The Cat would continue to tell both the kids
that a narrow path needs to expand
and leading a search or archeology dig
is like leading a great big brass band.

He’d give them both tips that were equally good
to impress both their parents with how
He looked like a cat but was so super smart
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.

He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks
and leave without leaving a mess
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe
while Mom just stood in her dress.

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers
to show their folks that they behaved
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat
turned around and remembered to wave.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 482

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Being Creative

I took the fabric and made a slit
I tried to trace the design that fit

I printed the face right on the back
I didn’t want the crease to make a crack

I sewed on the lace to edge the sleeve
I tried tiptoeing softly as I started to leave

I still have my ideas of what to make
An infinite number of ideas at stake

I try to embrace those feelings I know
And complete my project before I go.

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Wordle 479

The Cat Wins Again

The Cat in the Hat could deny it no further
the amount of action he endured had to stop

He tried to trim time to save kids from boredom
He’d laughed and stretched out like an old, musty mop.

In the grand scheme of things, the cat sounded right
It was his dry sense of humor that children don’t get

But they still loved the cat with his infamous tricks
And upon a high pedestal that cat was soon set

With each singular joke that the cat tried to play
the children would crack at his jovial wit.

The cat he did triumph the times that they played
Along with this cat these children stayed fit.

The parents would wilt at the sign of his coming
and try to foil his full day of plans

But the children were having too much fun now to stop
Like playing a telephone with two empty cans.

So they kept on and had fun despite parents fear
The cat was just innocently being a sport

The parents bowed their heads, knowing they lost
and allowed him to stay without any retort.

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MLMM Wordle 211

Our words this week

Affluent
Humming Bird
Dose
Swirl
Mighty
Iridescent
Indigenous
Inspiration
Petals
Spirited
Pull
Lift

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Young Love

Veva knew the dance would be postponed but she still wanted to buy a pretty dress. She went to the special dress shop at the mall and fell in love with the gown in the window. It was iridescent and had flower petals swirled around the bodice. Her mood suddenly lifted; she felt spirited and had more inspiration to pull her grades up so she could go to the dance without worrying.

Dreading the thought about the work she needed to complete for class, she turned her focus to the boy who wanted to accompany her to the dance. He came from an affluent family. His father’s family was indigenous to the area, giving her a dose of history when she spent time with them.

On the other hand, his mother was native American and came from the west coast. When she was growing up the mighty hummingbird signified virtue and peace.

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Wordle #210

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Fold
Jittery
Strapless
Dining Room
Kitten
Capacious- capable of holding much space: roomy
Roister- to act in a swaggering, boisterous, or uproarious manner
Elbows
Doe
Low
Blind
Witty

Dilly’s Wash

Dilly went to the laundry mat
to fold up all her clothes
she felt a little jittery
because that’s how her life goes.

She folded up her strapless bra
and bed for all the kittens
The linens from the dining room
A hat and a pair of mittens.

A jacket made of softer skin
soft as a full grown doe
The gloves that matched were also clean
the leather seemed to glow.

The capacious dryer held so much
her elbows fit the door
The low price of the wash machine
made washing no big chore.

The man that ran the laundry mat
roistered in the back
a blind man with a ton of clothes
Was filling up his sack.

When all the wash was finally done
Dilly picked up her full bag
She’d have a week or maybe more
before her clothes would sag.

She said goodbye and took her things
yelling that she’d see them soon
a witty goodbye from a little girl
whistling a happy tune.

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The Bird – The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #477

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The Bird

I’ve heard there’s a bird
who was grim and was blue
he didn’t have much
that he liked to do.

He’d dribble when drinking
and groan with each bite
Other birds stared with pity
some knew he wasn’t quite right.

From up in the tree top
amongst leaves and debris
the bird was disgusted
and wondered how this could be.

So with a smile and a shrug
he acquiesced to his prowess
he decided to figure
to rid life of its foulness.

Instead of his usual
crying high in the tree
he decided his bawling
was in no way healthy

with a ruffle of feathers
and a flick of his beak
up the treetop he went
and he began there to speak

It was inevitable that he
got right to the tip
done lamenting on faults
his attitude did flip.

He looked at the sky,
and inhaled really quick
and fell to the ground
where the cushioning was thick.

He ran to the edge
of the forest he knows
and screamed from his lungs
He said “My old life blows!”

So a new life began
right there on the spot
the bird he was smokin’
The new bird was hot.

He had some new friends
and he laughed and he played
and with his new friends
is the place that he stayed.

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Wordle #208

Meld
Coil
Tuck
Sumptuous
Gold
Empty
Crisp
Renaissance
Souvenir
Thumb
Leggings
Coup de Foudre- “love at first sight”

Becky wished she had been alive during the Renaissance because of her love of classical philosophy. She loved the way people came together to meld literature and art. If she could have been there, she thought, she could have come away with gold embellished leggings as a souvenir. But for now, she held her thumb against the fabric of her nylon leggings, trying to tuck the tag back in.

Becky was looking forward to her date that evening with Roberto. She had met him in the half empty train station, and it had been coup de foudre. She knew her best friend Jenna did not believe in “love at first sight.” That particular day Roberto had been standing in the ticket line that was coiled around the pillar in the station. He had been wearing a crisp, new polo shirt and Becky felt he looked sumptuous! If they had met during the Renaissance, they would have fallen in love just as quickly as they had that day. Becky loved that Roberto was as romantic as she was.

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Wordle #474

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A True Tale?

Once upon a time there was a ruthless leader who thought he could trump all the other rulers. He was a hypocrite of sorts, saying the country needs justice, but defiling all his democratic contenders. He was a sad man, not sorrow that would be felt for others, rather a pathetic sort of sadness that for whatever reason even his sycophants couldn’t see. When his blunders were made public he acted like a turtle, hiding in a shell, denying all wrong doings, until the anger came to an end and he could come out again without strain. He left his country feeling dead to the world, no longer the nation they were once proud of.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #473

Words:  face, flex, loon, tense, times, joy, bloom, moon, present, wrinkle, reflect, overcome  https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/

You can overcome

When times get real tense
and joy seems so far
remember your face
and the person you are

you’ll loosen some stress
by the light of the moon
If you flex your neck
like the neck of a loon

Try not to resist
Feeling wind as it blows
Seeing how the birds fly
how a flower bloom grows

Be present in life
just a wrinkle in time
Reflect on your blessings
Overcome those sublime

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