Monday, May 27, 2013

Wordle 110 Became two wordles

Wordle 110

Became two

First attempt.

Beam me up Scottie,
I think, is the phrase,
that gives a clear message -
I want to go home.

I've had enough excitement
on this shift
to keep me going for years.
So let's weigh anchor
and remove our good ship
from this current galaxy
to some new, fertile world
where the heart can grow fond
and we can see life
at close range.

Enough of space suits
and the many protective layers,
let me yield to soft greens
and connect with a place
where I feel I belong.

Second attempt

Below us lies the farm, deserted.
The mud house slowly being consumed
by brambles.
It's beams have yielded to gravity
and the fireplace,
once the heart of the home,
is buried beneath layers
of broken roof tile and lath.
I love to stand in the slanted light
and connect with the past.
I feel the fertile earth remember
as I shift an old pot, or a child's chair.
A current, a flash back, a whoosh,
a close encounter with another world.
Though firmly anchored in the present
I let my mind range
through the many voices that whisper
old familiar phrases.
Good night, God Bless, Good Bye.

(Beam, anchor, shift, close, heart, phrase, range, connect, current, fertile, layers, yield)

Sunday, May 19, 2013

An Evening Wander Wordle 109

It was a bleak and cloudy afternoon. 'Nebuloso' they say in Portuguese. I walked across the old pasture, crushing curry plants and chamomile with each step. Nebulous. Hmmm. My mind drifted into that billowy sky for a while.
It was getting late when the clouds broke up and lo! The sun blazed through like a holy torch, its moted rays gilding all it touched. Breath-taking, this vision of an every day occurrence. Such timing!
A buzzard hovered over the ripening wheat field, its wings caught in the golden light.
Then the wind blew more black clouds over the bank of hills in the west. They moved over me, huge, violet, pink-frilled and gold-lined, like some fantastic Victorian lingerie.
The sun was gone.
The light became flat, opaque, and the buzzard swerved off towards the cork oak forest and merged. It, too, was gone.
I felt the cold wind cut through my thin clothes as I turned back, knowing that the night, like a cold wet slab, would soon follow.

(Nebulous, cut, timing, hover, opaque, torch, bleak, vision, touch, crush, blazing, slab, breath)

Thursday, May 16, 2013

fear and faith wordle 108

The fear keeps circling
coming closer.
With a dry mouth I turn
to the dark cave wall
and wait for sunrise,
the promise of a new day.
A chance to start afresh.
With a vow of love
in my heart
I turn to the light
and feel the broken trust
There is space for hope,
binding the pieces together,
finding reason in the chaos.
I stop the drone of a fly
with my fist
then let it go.
It is as simple as that.

(space, mouth, circling, vow, binding, broken, cave, drone, sun, fist, crook, chants). I didn't manage 'crook' and changed 'chants 'to 'chance'.