The hints are there, the challenge tough
The signals indicate the trials ahead
Sitting poised and ready
Expel the shyness that inhibits
Open the file, it may be a long night
Ignore the chill, swipe away the darkness
Mine the thoughts and type
Tag: Wordle
The howl of the wind
Scowled
As it swirled
At a hundred miles an hour
Spinning and playing
Showing its power
Stopping the train
Before it planned to stop
Ready to drop
Shoppers to shop
Plans awry
Some folk cry
As they wonder why
Such a pain in the neck
Yet they forget
They’re lucky to be touched
By the wind as it howls
Shopping delayed
And life goes on from now
Bare walls.
Something missing.
With no time on my hands,
Me? I’m hissing.
Losing control
Rolling my eyes
Potential for greatness
This entity unwise.
Is victory mine?
Evidence proves not
An idea from thin air
Will decide the lot.
Like a snake rising in the grass
After getting scent on the wind from its prey
The many usual negative thoughts
Come in to invade and spoil the day
Don’t freak out
Think once, think twice
Look to the stars in the sky above
Find one
And wrap yourself in its light
And farm your own internal love
Wind doth whistle and chill
Eyes sting through spray
That doth fly abruptly
From the swirling waves
Tears stream as if through grief
Yet hidden as they live amidst the splattered water
Running like sap down a severed tree trunk
Beside wet skin and cloth alike
Remember the peace before the storm
Will return once more
Gather senses and feel the force of nature
Through this ferocious tide;
Touch reality and creation
In its most energetic form
