Out on the nightmare sea,
pitched and tossed by waves
and misrepresented mermaid’s octaves
ships approach the graveyard
of negligence, the locker of Davy Jones,
with its stash of pearls and gnarled bones
nullified, picked clean and white
by Neptune’s unleashed parasites.
While gulls plane a sea breeze
on stiffly out-stretched wings,
you can’t move a muscle from your boketto,
entranced by the south-westerly’s falsetto.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #188
I am seriously impressed, love the closing where you rhymed boketto and falsetto that was a strong of genius, very strong imagery
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Thank you!
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stroke of genius, not strong of genius lol
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🙂
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So Stunningly Beautiful.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Cheers Dorna!
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Excellent Kim how you shaped the words to produce such a graphic poem. Well done.
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Thank you, Michael.
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kaykuala
entranced by the south-westerly’s falsetto.
The winds are the ones having a field day not others in its wake!
Hank
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So beautiful 😍
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
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