noise of rain water

                                                                                             Author: Baby Devi 26

Image: Rain drops on a Glass 

Window  (here)

the 12 Wordle words:

yawn, stretch, smell, wash, 

mirror dream, clever, self, 

noise, rain, water, window

a yawn and a stretch

it had never felt this good

an earthly smell 

of a cool morning 

permeated the air 

outlining freshness

of an early cool wash

to mirror a dream of satisfaction

of a clever self imposed exile

the noise of rain water

against the glass window

was incessant music 

playing to early risers 

to welcome a new day

MMT's The Whirligig #381

Mish at d'Verse OLN #321 blast off!

A Rare Commodity - The Truth

                                                                          Author:Cranville-Smith, W., artist

Image:: The Truth Poster (1894) (here)

Spreading words of wisdom unwittingly 
prodding on an undisturbed mind

Searching for truth within which is as 
rare as shooting stars on starless nights

Unsettled bubbling ready to  wrap around 
facts breaking the hold of untruths with 

voices of reason lurking deep - for salvation

(44 words)

Mish at d'Verse with Quadrille #156

- to include the word 'wrap'

How they must have regretted it!

                                                                                  Author: anon

Image: The Good Life of Old - 1904 (here)

 she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar -  Michael Donaghy,

The ever ubiquitous cell phone  handy, hot in her hands, being manipulated
and 'abused' but loved dearly never out of sight. How did they manage to 

survive before she often wondered. It was not too long ago, her grandparents ,

parents even her elder broods how did they manage to sit around doing nothing 

with nothing in their hands. What a boring existence! 

They would have loved to be born later to be in my generation. How they must 

have regretted it.. Right?  Wrong!

Grandma would gladly counter all of her insistence of the good life of the 

younger generation. It is a make-believe world. She’d had it sliced away 

leaving a scar. but not in grandma's case. She did everything herself. She 

cooked did washings by hand planted flowers and vegetables. She did all 

that and she still managed to keep her hands clean!

(144 words)

Sarah's at d'Verse's - Prosery - slices and scars

- to write a Prose in 144 words and to include the above phrase

maintained by a willowy Girl Friday

                                                                 Author:National Archives at College Park 

Image: Pleasant but Strict Secretary (here)

the 11 of 13 Wordle words:

glum pray spirits runs lost myths  

willowy (tall, slim, and lithe) 

bones trickling growling bird

Not feeling glum but pray it  

was not just a casual encounter

Spared no efforts  to determine 

his schedule packed with 

activities was well taken care of

To uphold the spirits of strict 

principles he blocked off certain 

unnecessary runs of heavy traffic

bidding for his time

He was not lost to the myths 

of strict office discipline 

maintained by a willowy 

Girl Friday with no 

bones of contention key to 

his time management

A fever pitched day was broken

up into trickling little sectors 

to impose and maintain sanity

Too much 'growling' could result in

chapped lips pecking into 

unnecessary bird-like tendencies

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle#561

It was a lone battle

                                                                                     Author: Rodney Smith

Image: Blown Away to Bits (here)

What was she to do
It was a lone battle
Fuzzy and feeling blue
It was a big muddle

Love of her life
Had frittered away
Her being nose-dived
Much to her dismay

Generous in giving her all
Nurtured of good tidings
She felt rather small
All gone with the wind

She is more guarded now
In expending her feelings
Not the way she did before

Which left her reeling

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse  #219.

giving credence to hoping against hope

                                                                                         Author: Dietmar Rabich

Image: Hoping for a Ray of Hope (here)

Sorted seen and seemingly oblivious
Of what outcome on unpaved lanes
Isn’t it out in the open, and pretty obvious
Wrought with sorrow and lots of pain!

Cast a blind eye and sadden with laughter
Regretfully betrayed in a web of intrigues
Wild flashes and staccato bursts of gunfire

Enemies within hidden but well in league

Such a delicate situation shouting out loud

Out there friends and enemies thinly disguised

Clearly giving credence to hoping against hope

To remain alert outwardly confident and wise

Rommy's at PSU's  friday writings #35 hope.

Suffice to survive on a limited stipend

                                                                                     Author: Unknown

Image:  Cover of sheet music for 

"Good luck to our boys of the allies", by Morris Manley (here)

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past - Truman Capote, 

Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

Balanced aspiration in all fairness of class

To be happy but never to really succeed

Has life treated me badly that luck was a rare breed?

No, I have enough to come by

Though there were occasions I would cry

My wants might be limited

Confined to those that I had needed

More I would need to spend

Suffice to survive on a limited stipend

It would come a long way if able

I would desire to be more comfortable

Besides it would be something luxurious

Having more resources but not hilarious

But just able to give back to society

Not to the point of pockets being empty

Linda's at d'Verse's Poetics: 

- breakfast-at-tiffanys/

frustrations entwined

                                                                                        Author: Michael Button

Image:  Awaiting Commencement 

of the Celebrations (here)

drab rainy night  

pulsating cold weather

frustrations entwined 

the mind's undone

but celebrations

waiting in line

youngsters expecting

fun in the morrow

not the right moment

ideal setting absent

save the cause of strength 

they would fall into place later

with divine intervention

perhaps!

(44 words)

Merril at d'Verse Quadrille #155

the fast lane that of a stuntman

                           
                                                                                  Author: Русский: Вадим Кондратьев

Image: Stuntmen with their brand 

of daredevil showmanship (here)

10 of the 12 given Wordle words:
child, eye, bared claims gently settling, 

music touched, lies forgotten

Taking cautionary child steps but not slowing down

An eye to anticipate vicious corners and sharp bends 

Bared but nothing wild and not to take to heart

No negative claims expected grovelling in the mud

Wanting an assurance gently of an impression

Would  not be lighting fires without reasons

Rather living the fast lane that of a stuntman

But settling reassured if caught in tight situations

'Fasten the seat belts' a good escape clause

Music to the ears to feel confident to a cause

No lies but brave bravado to stifle opposition

Lest good upbringing and manners are forgotten 

Touched with no shooting stars likely to appear

If carefully nurtured to face up against the fears

MMT's Whirligig Wordle#378

that time stood still

                                                                                 Author: Ananian

Image: Think of your Good fortune  

Let's not go 'bananas' over it (here)

He stood there thinking

with a twisted smile
Food for your thought!

What could be wandering
In his mind that time stood still
What could he be pondering
That he stood there waiting
In his young mind
Untested with ways of the world
Thinking!

Thinking of one so dear
No, she hurt his feelings
He managed to get out fast
A sheepish smile of a jilted lover

A triumphant smile though

Not too bad!

Luck did not desert him
Won the sympathies of a rich widow

The underlying reason

He managed somehow

What could it be now?

His mind on overtime mode

Myriads of possibilities
A young mind so free
Minding his own business
‘What Me Worry’
No one to care and no one to bother

Time to work on his good fortune

A rich widow

The proverbial rich widow

The right time to work on his dreams!

No, he is not a gold-digger

Rightly perhaps a gold-seeker!

Rosemary's at P&SU:  Friday Writings #33: 

Daring to Dream