She flicks through
her central inner catalogue,
the one engraved on her heart,
and counts shattered illusions,
the brevity of lovers,
how quickly they depart.
Ignoring her staccato cris de coeur,
no empathy for a woman like her,
those masterful money-makers –
when it comes to the bedroom –
have no finesse,
their lovemaking’s nostrum.
She comes to the conclusion
that, after all, love is just an illusion.
Kim M. Russell, 9th July 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #203
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Harsh, but what woman can’t relate?
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Thankfully, as we get older, we appreciate time on our own.
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We sure do!
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A contemplative write. I like this 😊
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Thanks Viv! 🙂
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😊
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An excellent use of the twelve words. It flows seamlessly. I think brevity is one of the challenges in a wordle which you have achieved. Well done !
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Thank you!
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Romantic love does seem to be an illusion. You use the words in the Wordle to good effect.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Well done Kim- and we have all been there.
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