Tranquility of evening

                                                                                   Artist: Edward William Cooke

Image:  Venice, A November Evening 

in the Lagoon (1859)  (here)

Day is done they troop
back to their homes wondering
What have I achieved?

Mirror like glassy expanse

Tranquility of evening

Accorded to those blessed

Dusk transforms to a
darkened stupor to welcome
a night of conscience

The wayward seek peace of night
with hopes they are blessed nearer

towards nirvana

A November night to cleanse 

To check out a clean slate

Stepping out into an uncertain 2023

Merril at d'Verse  poetics

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the famous "skirt scene"

                                                                Author: Corpus Christi Caller-Times

Image:  Marilyn's skirt shot up 

when a train passed under (here)

Marilyn Monroe while filming The Seven Year Itch 
on the streets of New York. She apparently stopped 

above the grate at some point and the famous "skirt 

scene" was recorded for eternity

An infectious smile

The warmth of an icon 

An exuberance of youth

Etched in memory

A picture of a heart-throb

A wind-blown up skirt

Unrehearsed unexpected

Specially accorded by 

Divine intervention

An untimely death

Snuffed off a brilliant career

They cried in unison

Lisa at d'Verse Quadrille#165-warmly/

a descendant of a wild predator

                                                                                                         Author: Zooper12

Image: Adorable Lion Cubs (here)

11 of 12 given Wordle words:

crack, glimpse loom creep curl 

light, grip, whirl spin wonder lord

at the crack of dawn glimpse

of home loomed ahead

emerging through the branches

as a descendant of a wild predator

they looked askance at all the furore

of a journey by a river boat

with intent to capture their hearts

born at the zoo they were adorable

they just creep slowly to his feet

to curl in a light grip of his warm hands

their thoughts seem numbed in idleness

but they still advanced forward 

often whirled in a spin to wonder 

how the good Lord had favoured them

but a sudden gust of wind 

with force rocked the boat 

it tweaked  their focus and off they jumped

even though there was fondness for him

to be free in the wilderness 

was a better alternative

how he gnashed  his teeth with fury

how silly to have left them untied

was there a reason to curse and rant

for forgetfulness endured

was a grim lesson

Brenda;s Sunday Whirl - Wordle-#579-a-bakers-dozen

Trudging in the evening dusk

                                                
                                                                                           Author: anon
Image: Stealthily moving
camouflaged by  the darkness (here)
 
A young maiden
Trudging in the evening dusk
Clinging against hope vying for strength
Her beauty only for him

Gathering storms building up
Bidding for a good omen
A sign of awakening
An offering nonetheless
 
Stealthily moving
Camouflaged by  the darkness
 

Puddles in the cobblestones
Intermittent rain did not deter her

 
She quicken her pace almost running
Stealing glances to her back
 
Why? What was the motive
Leaving  in such a hurry

There must be reasons!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse-#237

whispered to himself in prayers

                                                                            Author: Popular Graphic Arts

Image: A Child in Prayers (here)

10 of 12 given Wordle words;

morning, mist deer withered shadow, spruce

juniper (juniper berries used in cleansing 

rituals from evil forces and recognized as 

symbols of purification and protection)

fetish breath prayers

It had finally come to a boil

Wandering in the woods in the 

morning mist ditched in the middle 

of nowhere like a deer lost in the city

Not wanting to make light of his 

predicament he reflected 

on rumours garnered through

the grape-vine 

Withered, in his demeanor 

a shadow of  his normal self

The might of the Almighty

could be called upon to spruce

up confidence and strength

with the juniper berries

Certainly not a fetish in doing so

Nothing is more frustrating than to

hear tell it was the truth even though

it was just through sliver thin

confirmation of unsolicited

information

In a slow breath he 

whispered to himself in prayers

He must determine the sanctity

of truth 

Sanaa in d'Verse OLN 

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