Meandering the Edges of My Mind: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

A sonnet just for you. A little fun. A little struggle. Life met on life’s terms… never easy to fathom.

Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:

wordle's words

wordle’s words

Meandering the Edges of My Mind

Meandering the edges of my mind,
Pale horses grazing in an open field.
My wanderlust, a wish to be inclined
To thrust myself, impel, and make life yield

To my desires, ceding upon this spot.
With balls that I’d impress from planted feet,
No bullets could cause me to change my lot,
on solid land, locked, life cannot defeat.

The signal! Now the contest does begin.
Oh, might I meet the challenge of life’s terms?
Will my bravado hold or will life win –
and I go down so dismal to the worms?

A rose, I hold, its scents so sweet for me
that life’s ascent is still a mystery.

Randy Mazie


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