Wake Up a Woman Wordle

It’s time to play with another poet’s words…mine! I took words from my first book, Wake Up a WomanI hope you enjoy them and find them inspiring!

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Here are your words:

static
woman
kindling
embracing
banister
vain
clasp
curtains
gunshot
stubborn
relative
ruins
sprung

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Good luck and have fun!

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5 thoughts on “Wake Up a Woman Wordle

  1. Wake up woman

    The curtains are enclosed
    To keep astray
    The sun’s vicious ray.
    A relative tranquility cleaves the air…
    Wake up woman!

    I watch your static livid feline silhouette
    Gasping and panting frenzied
    Upon the scorching kindling of a flu,
    Embracing its blazing chimeras…
    Wake up woman!

    In your silk negligee
    You lay in the arms of a stubborn Chaos.
    You remove the golden clasp
    And thy pitch black hair
    Falls slowly, in a burlesque dance,
    Upon thy diaphanous breasts…
    Wake up woman!

    Twisting spasms sprung into the bedstead’s pastel
    With you its darkness in ruins;
    A banister to reality shatters
    In reflections of oneself –
    Wake up woman!

    You crave for redemption,
    You seek your halo and your wings…
    Gone into the abyss!
    No door to heavens open!
    No window to pass you into other worlds!
    Resurrection is a chilling sinner,
    I am its viral saint!
    Feel the roaring gunshot of my kisses and
    “Wake up woman!”

    © 15 March 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac
    http://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/03/wake-up-woman.html

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  2. Hero Mum!

    It became a snap shot
    like the muzzle flash
    sprung forth from gunshot.
    The static image
    seen through my eyes.
    became imprinted
    into my soul.
    A woman in ruins
    hung from her
    draped curtains
    tightly embraced
    screaming down
    across the bannister
    kindling a fire
    for the life of her child.
    Clasped to her chest.
    Her escape was not in vain.

    ©Ranting Crow2014-’16

    A ReverieJournal exclusive.

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