This has now been added to my sidebar to join its NaPoWriMo brothers. The passing of April hasn’t caused my diverse versification to die, though, as May have been noticed.
I missed the last Wordle (249), so here goes:
Each cell on fire with deepest yearning,
Grace, from each moment, to be earning,
Eggs on to join the silken light –
Skin creeps at any boundless night.
Yet again, if one cares to delve, it has come out with an amazing esoteric-seeming significance. The ‘eggs’ nearly got it scrambled, though, until I remembered the ‘egg on’ verb.
Parties reign and rain rains
Last night, it rained. With boundless enthusiasm. My pool overfloweth.
Today had split birthday parties of schoolmates of the respective grandkids. We got elected to provide transport to the one little J had been invited to, and her mom took R. Expecting rain, our birthday family changed the venue at the last minute from where an open-air pool party would have been held to one which had a bit of indoors in supply. Of course, it turned out fine and steadily hotter. We yearned to shed the winter kit prematurely donned, and the kids present would have enjoyed a dash into splash.
Tonight it rained. With even greater enthusiasm. The overfloweth-ing pool overfloweth-ed a lot more. The trouble is that this sogginess is happening on the coast rather than in the catchment area, so it’ll do damn-all for the damn dams, leaving us all as sigh-ers.
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