Brends's excellent wordle words for The Sunday Whirl:
anguish, field, permeable, shocks,
flame, fresh, startles, earth,
born, feet, serenity, frozen
Permeability of Age: Turning Fifty
Unwinding in a Montana
motel room, she finds a certain
symmetry to being back
in the town where she was born.
Slanting rays of late sun
flame over frozen fields and
mountain tops, frosty earth
awaits the serenity of darkness.
Her life is full tonight;
small, satisfying successes
bestow value and purpose.
Much later, she steps outside,
startled to behold more stars
than she's ever seen, recognizes she has
many choices, that everything doesn't
happen in the first fresh blush of youth.
Notes:
For Brenda, on her birthday. You can probably tell I have not been to Helena. But I am sure it's beautiful!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Brenda!!! You have gone above and beyond this week. Thank you for always making The Whirl happen. BTW, I celebrated 50 fourteen years ago! You are still a girl!
12 comments:
Marianne, I love this. If I didn't know you were wordling I would not have believed this a wordle poem. What a lovely tribute to Brenda.
margo
What a lovely birthday gift to Brenda. I love the ending:
everything doesn't happen when we're young.
My thought echo what margo has already said -- a great tribute! And doing it so seamlessly with the wordle. Well done.
Marianne, this is lovely. What an absolutely priceless gift.
Pamela
btw Brenda is going to be so tickled when she reads this. I wish I could be there to see her face.
I agree... a beautiful tribute.
Marianne, I just now read about the sidewalk poetry. What an absolutely wonderful idea.
Pamela
Marianne! Inspiring and beautiful.
I think your slanting rays will warm everyone and is so affirmative, as Brenda herself is, as a person and poet.
This is beautiful, Marianne. I do hope Brenda comes and reads this. I also want to know that she is beginning a most wonderful decade, one of the best!
Oh Marianne! This is perfect. I love this piece. You make me happy inside and out. I'm positively beaming. Thank you for this, it made my evening.
The ending is astounding. I've printed this piece out and will revisit it with regularity. You are a wonderful poet friend. Hooray that we have met!
And you did capture Helena. Mount Helena was my playground as a child. It looms over the city, underneath a starry sky. :)
What a wonderful thing(and poem) to do for Brenda.
Marianne, I don't know where to begin. I love it. Didn't notice the wordle words; nicely done. And I loved the message of the poem.
Richard
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