Wordle – Heart felt

Week 179

1. Cyan

2. Mumble

3. Tragedy

4. Vaunt (verb) to boast or brag

5. Paraffin (noun) a white or colorless, tasteless, odorless, water-insoluble, solid substance not easily acted upon by reagents, consisting of a mixture of hydrocarbons chiefly of the alkane series, obtained from crude petroleum: used in candles, for forming preservative coatings and seals, for waterproofing paper, etc.

6. Nod

7. Asleep

8. Faucet

9. Scantily

10. Koi no Yokan (Japanese) The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.

11. Tradition

12. Gradual

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Cyan dreams laced with mumblings of Koi no Yokan. Gradual as fate maybe, I nod slowly asleep watching the paraffin of the candle melt time away. Our coupling like a Greek tragedy scantily clings to any tradition of star crossed lovers. Still love flows like a broken faucet.

Lost Days of Youth – Wordle #174

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1. turn signal
2. corrupt
3. pester
4. swain [a young lover or suitor|a country youth]
5. gibbous moon [any moon that appears more than half lighted but less than full is called a gibbous moon. The word gibbous comes from a root word that means hump-backed]
6. fen [a low and marshy or frequently flooded area of land|flat low-lying areas of eastern England, formerly marshland but largely drained for agriculture since the 17th century|wetland with alkaline, neutral, or only slightly acid peaty soil]
7. brunette
8. bombshell [an overwhelming surprise or disappointment|a very attractive woman|an artillery shell]
9. Lilliputian [trivial or very small|a trivial or very small person or thing|early 18th century: from the imaginary country of Lilliput in Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, inhabited by people 6 inches (15 cm) high]
10. mawkish [sentimental in a feeble or sickly way|having a faint sickly flavor]
11. melodious
12. garage

I would pester her. The brunette bombshell whose melodious voice could corrupt my every thought. But like some mawkish lilliputian werewolf want-to-be, I waited upon a gibbous moon to become full and set me free.

I realize with no car in the garage, i was no more than a swain. The person driving down the road left turn signal stuck on like i had no idea when to turn. And when i did, there I was stuck in fen, knee deep in ooze.

First Line Friday – An Ill Wind

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The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin. October’s breath plays in the streets. Dense blanket of fog keep the Sun at bay. Breezes swirl but lift nothing but a few leaves. The stiffling scent of certainly wasn’t moving away.

The Almira dogs stop their incessant howling. Sounds fail as silence takes a bite from the hustle and bustle of Suburbia. Wood creaks,slightly muffed like under a rug. Two mutts slowly back away from the fence made of chicken wire and old beams. Wood crumbles. Wire rusts through instantly. Tentatively they take their last steps.

Trees sway above. The fog moves a little further. The stench lingers. Upon the next house, another life falls.

life’s journeys

Week 168

1. Feign

2. Gait

3. Torn

4. Press

5. Left

6. Labyrinthine adj. complicated, torturous, resembling a labyrinth

7. Look

8. Embed

9. Malformed

10. Gritty

11. Natural

12. Dead-reckoning (In navigation, dead reckoning is the process of calculating one’s current position by using a previously determined position, or fix, and advancing that position based upon known or estimated speeds over elapsed time and course.)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem The words can appear in an alternate form Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

I look upon my world. Naturally dead-reckoning has put me nowhere. My gait has deeply embedded a left turning path of malformed circles. But still I press on.

My gritty reality torn from labyrinthine puzzle that feigns living.

Wordle #259 – Wildflowers Hymn


Flowers twist in the wind.  Gusts thrust foward from the train grill.  Pages of white blooms finish their dance unfettered.  Family colors checkered, singing to the world from the pages of the hymnal.

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