My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #109
Born in a cluster of stars,
The lonely poet offers
Her handwritten score
To the universe,
Spilling her ink-infused sorrow
On limestone edifices:
A blurry hierogram of verse
And perception,
A cultural crisis of friction
When her soul-drenched work
Is read on a Kindle –
She feels thrown to the clocks.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
Really? The kindle can feel like that, TTTCd? Loved your use of the words Kim, have a great day.
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Thank you, Michael. You too 😊
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Interesting play on words.
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😊
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Very clever!
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Love the way you’ve set this up….with the magical, powerful imagery of the stars and expanse of the universe contrasted with ‘the Kindle’—very effective!
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Thank you!
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