Newtown: The Sunday Whirl

Where were you when the lights went out?

The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.

This week’s words are:
wordle 12-30-12 small


All the stars gone out.
All the flames,
One by one.
The point
Of our lives,
Ice shards,
Broken glass,
Crushed tangents.

Brood all the winter long.
Brood, but when the dark sting of winter ebbs, and
The earth heats back up, and
The green spring returns, and
The waters of the creek rise anew;
Knead the bread of life again.

Randy Mazie


17 thoughts on “Newtown: The Sunday Whirl

    • I left you my wordles about your wordles on your page…

      The poem may be “too soon” but spring will happen…most definitely with heavy hearts, and not only in Connecticut but in all the places all across America where innocents were shot at the hands of crazies.

      And in the ghetto’s every day where drive-by’s daily kill babies

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