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I’m still playing…
Stray, spice, slope…
Wordle got me
Fight, gates, grape….
I hear these words in my head
Trawl, choice, fears….
Saying words that fit the frame
Frame, banes, party….
Driving me madly badly silly
Batty, ratty, tatty…
Some American spellings catch me out
About, spout, trout,
Not the above!
But humour or humor?
But now my mind
Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….
Five letter W. O. R. D. S
Oh help!
Five letters
One puzzle
I got more space
I got hooked!
Played the game
Once or twice
Frustrating and sneaky
I’m getting stuck
In words.
Knowing them
I have too many choices
Missed one letter
Eight times.
Only playing basic stuff
Five letters
Time stolen.
The tall chimney tapers
High up in the air
Birds soar around its slender height.
Blustery and white
Clouds scud across the blue
A memorial to ancient potters
Who wheezed in its smoky shadow.
Coughed clay into spittoons
Made and created beauty
Paid little
Working hard
In their race to death.
What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
Don’t you hate it when you are watching a film or programme and someone comes in the room and asks what has been happening. You don’t want to have to reply but you know you are going to have to. It’s halfway through the programme and one person has died, another one is being blamed. A third is actually responsible. How to explain while trying to continue watching? Sometimes a grunt works. Other times a full explanation is required.
The worst thing is when it is you asking the question, and you know you are not going to get any sort of an answer that makes sense.
A lifetime of collection
A wide selection
Stacked in a case
Of wood, a place
To keep your mind
You thoughts find
Sections of thought
Over the years, you bought
But still despite it all
My grammar is still appall
ING!
Nattering
Chatting
Speaking
Talking
Chuntering
Gossiping
Muttering
Whinging?
Communicating
Mumbling
Extolling
Rambling….
Our mouths are busy
Sharing our thoughts..
Not forgetting
Blathering!
I feel like a lost leaf. I went to visit someone with a friend and I felt totally isolated. I didn’t know what to do socially, what to say. I could see they were not happy, but I was a guest, and didn’t know what to say to them. There was no connection between us. She looked away, I looked away. We ended up texting on our phones. Ignoring each other, not through dislike, but bafflement. I must try and make an effort.
Seen at Spode in a new friends studio. I love it, I used to have an old one which was from an office and was coloured grey. This looks antique. When keyboards and computers came out typewriters became defunct, but there is something charming and evocative about this. A bygone day. Even seeing it makes me think of flowery language. Spindley letters. Gothic script. I’m going over the top now. A great tranklement! ❤️
This is a photo I digitally played with a few months ago. It sums up how I feel at the moment. I do not want to feel like this, honestly.
It’s hard to be positive at the moment, but I am trying. I am still writing three gratitudes a day and they are helping. If you try and think of three small things that give you a little boost each day it seems to lift your spirits slightly. So I’m on day fifty of them. It’s not a solution to the blues, but it does seem to help me.
What do sad words mean?
Do they explain
Do they confer
Anything?
How do I say
What I feel?
Words are not easy
They don’t encapsulate
They don’t wrap you
In their arms.
They are just noise
Between people
When what I need
Is a hug?
Mallaband-Brown