Eyes play tricks, is it imagination
or do they? while I try to compose a stich
with words of Wordles piling up, thick,
down goes slowly the tremulous wick
energies drained physical and electric
flames dance as in the side of a herdic
should I compose a classic Georgic
a haiku sonnet Ah, an epic or a simple lyric
or create exchange and blend the melodramatic?
what pushes the mind to thoughts forceful?
what rushes the heart to emotions flexible?
what flushes’ race to Valentine’s Temple?
I may say Sunday Wordles are a treat
making us poetic and rhetorically sweet
in language steadily richer, to share and tweet