BRENDA WORDLE-14-Fallen Marvels
Poem in Response to Wordle 14~The Sunday Whirl by Brenda W
Sacred, now rests transfixed
in false reprehensions,
As scattered clouds scan
and search terrestial to
blinking intermittant flashes
Supreme Sopranos burnt to ashes.
Great Expectations,
Miss Havisham,
Miss Havisham,
embedded secluded, on dusty
wooden gilded throne,
behind cobwebbed curtains,
Majestic Marvel, First Created,Sacred, now rests transfixed
in false reprehensions,
As scattered clouds scan
and search terrestial to
blinking intermittant flashes
Only to find twisted torments
blood filled swamps,
whirring swarms of discontents
amidst seas of colorfully placed flowers, Supreme Sopranos burnt to ashes.


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~Brenda