Clutter and Chaos
Broken Shells Left in a Wreck
Monday Morning Mess

Just a little happy Monday food memory. Thanks to the following for the prompts of WRECK and MESS. Join us!
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Clutter and Chaos
Broken Shells Left in a Wreck
Monday Morning Mess

Just a little happy Monday food memory. Thanks to the following for the prompts of WRECK and MESS. Join us!
rough like bark and brush
babbling water turns putrid
as the snake returns
with false speech and slight of hand
his rap still charms the sparrows

(Image credit: Matt Wuerker | Copyright 2021 Andrews McMeel Syndication)
This Sunday, Benda gives us the following words in her Sunday Whirl:
hands brush water sparrows snake babbling slot rap piped bark exiled speech
Doesn’t really help to vent but I had to go where the words take me!
autumn laps the shore
sweet and unpredictable
lavender and smoke
the mind meanders
in a purple haze again
broken memories

Thanks to Susi for the great inspiration. Visit her site for more info and great writing.
seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings

the end comes like purple haze
with shards of red
penetrating the deep blue
inside the middle
inky black and sparkling white
swirl above the buried blue
begin again with shards of red
the inky black burns pink
and the deep blue rises again

Written for dVerse MTB and David’s W3. I’m not sure if I did either justice, but I tried!
Laura, our host, at dVerse says:
Today’s MTB prompt is poetry with a colour motif:
Lisa, our POW, at W3 says:
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two.