Separation: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

Seven nameless scraps seeking reunion…

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


Seven nameless scraps
along a plate.
“Crumbs you are,” the main dish cried.
“Why do you scramble so?”

Seven nameless scraps
looked up
from the once brimming plate,
“Crumbs we may be now, sir,
Yet we long for more.”

“There is nothing left,
save you.” The main dish
laughed. “So
silly to see you peck
for naught.”

seven nameless scraps,
froze in place upon their plate,
estranged, made

Randy Mazie


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