Hello! It’s been a LONG time since I found that I could whirl with a wordle.
Thank you for the words and the possibilities that come from them!
Veronica
Squeeze small green apples to dusty nectar,
stir to slack and plop to pouring the white hot
fuss and busy city noise, carry its scent
in gnarled wicker handles, cracked in long
tendril strips, and you and I, we shall meet
at the clock tower. Two kisses I will trade.
All for a taste of apple dust on my hands.
The Sunday Whirl 
Oh this one was fun! Attempting to use all 13 with the 33 word limit I impose on myself was difficult.
I’ll be a tad late this week. While I have computer access… I don’t have a whole lot of time- Being on vacation….
Cheers all.
Shunned by Mr. Linky, mine is up at: http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2014/03/17/strips-and-shreds/
Hello! It’s been a LONG time since I found that I could whirl with a wordle.
Thank you for the words and the possibilities that come from them!
Veronica
Squeeze small green apples to dusty nectar,
stir to slack and plop to pouring the white hot
fuss and busy city noise, carry its scent
in gnarled wicker handles, cracked in long
tendril strips, and you and I, we shall meet
at the clock tower. Two kisses I will trade.
All for a taste of apple dust on my hands.
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Sorry I hit the wrong button on my phone app. That shouldn’t have posted here.
It’s okay Misky. I love the “gnarled wicker handles.” Strong images in this piece.