Leaping from the fire to the pan – somethings are never vapid…
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:
In this round pan dance,
spin and trip,
and the Vatican,
Guyana to Zimbabwe.
of the heat and the amounts,
but do not stun,
or trample the bouquet.
upon a grid,
this fused mixture,
coalescing, if you’d picture;
is anything other
That’s a beauty of metaphorical soup you’re stirring…
But I suspect the hand that’s stirring isn’t mine…
Far from vapid – a recipe with intent…can apply to soups..and life itself – a feast of words!
Fun with this one… but a challenge.
Love the strength in this!