Wordle 183 – Path to Tomorrow

Week 173

1. Flame

2. Obedient

3. Dark

4. Earn a Page (to learn a valuable lesson)

5. Abrasive

6. Gravity

7. Complexion

8. Mercy

9. Harrow

10. Xaeax (to get drawn into useless circular logic from paradoxes; a state of confusion resulting from mind games)

11. Ability

12. Fetter

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

My dark obedient flame enlightens the complexion of the my circumstances. Abrasive mercy fetters and harrows clear thought. Officially, I have earned a page. Unfortunately, it’s a map of xaeax. I keep telling myself how things will change if I keep doing the same thing over and over again.


Sunday Writing Prompt

“Use the talents you possess..” words spill into the room.

She fidgets, picking her nails. She was never a fan of the baggage she keeps. Personal baggage like mushrooms grow in the dark.

“the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sang best.” the little tv continues its motivational speech

Sunday Whirl – Jack Frost

I question the sanity of my shady game of chicken with January. The gravity of situation figures to assemble a list of things taken. Superstition of Jack Frost told in ice grains on my skin.

Evoking Memories

A latent thought evokes a memory

Pieces of mental mist combine

Their form abstract concrete

Yesterday’s stare back at me

Their eyes radiate like a kaleidoscope

Dancing lights reveal answers

Their questions long lost in time

I long to draw them into my mind

Consciousness doesn’t quell unrest

What did I miss only lingers on

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Skeleton key opens lock

Light spreads tainted rays

Buried thoughts laden in hope

Dreams based on tides recede

Familiar faces flicker like candles

Time braids a lifetime in unison

What’s parade next to where’s

Questions left behind answers fled

Ancient lock adorns the past

Mystical qualities of the unfinished

We harbor these in glory and fear

But when facing the shaded door

Temptation defuses the memories

We never lose this key somehow

FFAW – Two Eyes

“She said she saw two eyes staring out at her. So we got a little closer. I couldn’t see anything at all.” Simon pauses to breath. ” I thought it was a dog or something.”

Simon looks back to the brush pile. His right hand drawn tight against a pounding chest.

“It was black…. I think. It all happened so fast.” Simon’s voice fails as his eyes cloud with tears.

“Then she was gone. We know the story. But you still didn’t answer how you could lose an arm and how she could disappear leaving nothing but blood.” Detective Mills looks around the scene. “It’s like she was slaughtered. And you have no idea what did this in broad daylight?! Why if you had both arms!”

“I’m telling you she saw two eyes.” Simon starts again.

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