My life up in smoke

bag on grass
play with band of friends
with bare feet
on beach stones
push each other in water
laughing all the while

why did I
grow up, reflect on
the answer
the phone rings
my agent is back on line
I light up a smoke

In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 312

The flight

the plane climbs
four engines roaring
vague sadness
engulfs him
needs a strong nepenthe to
overcome the pangs

boardroom scenes
reappear ‘fore him
in offhand
way he’s told
“abdicate or perish”, did
he make the right choice

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #164


the mask drops
on her face I see
scorn; hits me
she felt the need to humor
when she wants to flee

saved by skin
of teeth, the storm had
been brewing
her digs were
getting frequent – cream I used
the poet I was

In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 308

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