Wordle #78 – The Puppeteer

week-78

Ain’t we quaint?
In this technicolor world
Just following the moon
Letting it guide our ways

So inept
We’re like a puppet
Without its puppeteer

The perfect torsion
To mold our Stygian lot

Stone cold drunk
On Razorwine
We don’t realise
The trouble we’re in

That it will grate away
Our freedom, just
To leave the sour truth

Nothing can end in silence

Only a rare soul
Can geminate
And rise again
To lead us a different way

~

I wrote this one for this weeks Wordle at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 🙂 We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used, and ended up using them all this week.

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6 thoughts on “Wordle #78 – The Puppeteer

  1. Congrats on masterfully using all the words I know I throw in some curve balls.

    The perfect torsion
    To mold our Stygian lot

    and the closing stanza, I mean the whole piece is brilliant but I particularly love the way you expressed those stanzas

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  2. Thank you! Yeah, you definitely do, but those are the ones I love finding a place for most 🙂

    Wow, thank you so much! I’m am so glad you liked this one, as I especially liked writing it. Your Wordle prompts are always a great and enjoyable challenge 🙂

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