I admit it. I’m hooked on Wordles. So here is a continuation of yesterday’s post. From Karen’s There-Isn’t-a-Story Wordle: Life sank low gathered skin smothered death Hope. From Karin’s Wordle-ing Poetry Frozen layers brittle heart splintered love cradled gentle warmth surrendered joy released. From MaryAnn’s Collected Poems Wordle: Morning flowers wreathing time ancient skies […]
daring to open doors
