WORDLE #189

For Sunday Whirl:

RETURN

Those bent on self-destruction
tend not to avert their gaze;
ready, willing and able
to face the gathering storm
in all its mighty splendor.
That death rattle awaits them.
Their last breath reaps a cool breeze;
the hardest harvest of all.
Their secular cremation,
Requiem Mass in  plain clothes.
Skin and bones... reduced to dust...
Their remains...? Scattered ashes.

WORDLE #188

For Sunday Whirl:

SKELETONS

Resolute; your policy
of honesty spills its guts
across a forgotten stretch
of a neglected landscape
that still bears the stains of guilt
stirred by cloudy memories
of miserable children
awaiting the decision
as death's vortex pirouettes
perhaps just moments away.

It could be all over in
the flutter of an eyelash

WORDLE #187

For Sunday Whirl:

JUST GOOD

Tempted by her subtle hints...

...since saving her sorry soul
stole his fresh set of morals.

Quarrels and a mix of lies
rise up like a toasty flame;
shame adds to lingering guilt.

Tilt that balance till he yields,
shields down. But sex between friends
tends to leave a bitter taste,
laced with scorn, on his palate.

WORDLE #186

For Sunday Whirl:

SEPIA

Those night time terrors visit;
induce thoughts of suicide.
Wise old owl perches on the prow
of a crossroads in your life.

Mud slingers build momentum
as their fervor starts to swell.
Birds fly south to fill their mouths
after empires rose and fell.

Now remove that crown of thorns;
lose the thread that leads to pain.
Tungsten light that burns so bright,
casts a crocus stamen stain...

WORDLE #185

For Sunday Whirl: Standing, Satisfied, Burn, Jaded, Spark, Rain, Way, Sun, Cold, Grey, Sun, Slash.

WHAT DOES IT TAKE?

Standing stones
And shifting sands
Spark that jaded expression

Slash and burn
Divide and conquer
Not entirely satisfied

Oh what joy
The way the sun
Chases cold grey rain away