In the shattering pangs of sadness,
bring me nepenthe so I may
climb into vague forgetfulness
and abdicate world-weariness.
Neolithic numbness turns me to sallow stone,
my only hope has perished and left me all alone.
The four corners of this earth grow ever near,
closing in day by day, accompanied
by uncontrollable, irrational, offhand fear
of demons that might reappear.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #164
writing in north norfolk 
Marvellous imagery!
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Thank you kindly!
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The best poem I’ve read in ages. I’m so fed up of haiku and the other ones that are cut short to coldness.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thank you, David! Huge hugs to you.
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Wonderful wordle-ing Kim! Great poem! It has a melancholic feel to it – a slow gentle sadness, or perhaps gentle slip into the “numb” – it’s soothing but not necessarily in a “clock out way” – yes, and I really like the voice – first person “I” – this has, hmmm – almost like a Thoreau feeling to it.
Right, great job Kim and thanks for playing the wordle this week 🙂
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Thanks! Just keep those tricky Wordles coming! 🙂
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Yves has a whole bunch ready and waiting in the wings 😉
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😊
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Fantabulous imagery and emotions expressed. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you so much, Dorna!
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