Sunday Whirl Wordle #575

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grief, field, skin, depths, edge, salt, murmuring, bruises, ancestors, lifted, crevice, wants

The murmurings of my ancestors
Reach more than skin deep.
I stand on the edge of sanity,
The salt of my tears sting
The crevices of my ravaged face.
Who wants a hag like me?
My bruises are ripe,
My grief knows no depths,
This furrowed field I call my life
Is as barren as my belly.
Oh for this curse to be lifted,
Let the murmurs in my head
Be a song of welcome………….
And release.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Sunday Whirl Wordle #575

  1. murisopsis says:

    Wow! Di this one is absolutely heart rending!

  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Love it 😍

  3. Carol anne says:

    thats amazing! Well done Di! πŸ™‚

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