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Game Day For Daydreams

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Response to Wordle prompt 233 from the Sunday Whirl.

Some days we go.
When we can’t keep step
we leave the fine wire mesh
the sieve of skeletons
Behind and take our dreams
somewhere else. Some days
words spill out of our mouths
signaling change. Those days
when you can’t keep
your head in the game? Those
days when your fondest wish
is outdoors, gazing at the moon?
That’s you, exiting the present
to practice.

2 responses »

  1. Daydreaming is the best – and i love how your poem – particularly the parting lines – celebrate that…there is an obsession to be constantly ‘doing’ or filling the space with noise and talk..but the best adventures can happen quietly in our heads..

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  2. Profound depth! Thank you!

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