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)

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)

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

mend.

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'.