Look closely. deep within, or maybe without, the sacred secret lies…
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:
I am secret.
A secret that doesn’t stop.
Unknown but not unknowable.
Speak my name?
First, you must find me.
I am here,
in the woods, slow chirping like a dying phoenix,
in a rot of pine needles and sopping leaves,
among brown worms fostering new life,
from an amber slime.
And the deal is this:
It is easy.
It is old.
It is eternal.
To find me, first,
you must speak my name.
Gorgeous. Completely spellbinding.
Thank you. Divinely inspired though.
What an intriguing poem. Your secret is safe with me!
My Whirl is called Shhh…!
A universal secret …. we all share it.
I say, “God.”
Whisper it, breathe it in, exhale it… in all its alterations and appellations.
Tat Tvam Asi, Ha Shem (The Name), YHYH (Yahweh), That Which Cannot be Spoken.
Yes, even God, Janet.
Oh, how very clever…a poem so wonderful finding the secret word to describe it may not seem quite right!