Swearing at the Wind: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

Often times we are moved to action only after it is too late…

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:


Swearing at the Wind

Flushed, and grimy, she swears
at the wind, threatens
to make the call,
not waiting to press one,
she checks her list
for the direct line,
knowing still there is no one left,
every share holder’s vote tendered,
and the result the same:
Too late:
Life’s nexus has been moved offshore.

Randy Mazie


6 thoughts on “Swearing at the Wind: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

  1. when there is no one left to call it is a lonely place..and perhaps we are angry with ourselves..and yet globally or in our houses i hope there is always someone at the end of the line…

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