Mary suggested I try a wordle today. I thought I hated wordles, but was amazed to see how quickly thoughts formed, when one has some words to work with. (Duh!) More examples of wordles can be seen at The Sunday Whirl . I wrote mine, then went back to read the others. I see one other poet also sat in the balcony as I saw myself, as the words led that way. But I didnt copy, honest:)
The Divine Illusion
I sit
in the balcony
on the edge
of life and death,
observing
the celestial void.
Life is still
jostling my bones,
yet I await
revelation
of the Divine Illusion,
be it ominous,
or glittering
with emerald delights,
my fate
a simple
pantomime,
ordered by
the unseen
Divine hand.
