getting their fill by Teri H Hoover
Words like vagabonds waiting for a hand-out
crouch at the bottom of the page.
Some are shifting from foot to foot.
Others like wilting wallflowers, nearly crumple at a glance.
Thankful for the bright ones
that burst forward with a crash.
Bold hearts set a place for all the rest.
A shred of dignity draws forth a beat,
soon chatter fills the silence.
Letters chisel into words and life begins to glow.
Nothing can stop them
a full sentence dangles on the edge
tenuous dribbling lines
Split and crumple,
returning to a crouch.
Pierce this poem or stand by a bruised yet beating heart-
we raise them up when we step down.
This weeks wordles words are : split, bruise, crumple, draw, burst, pierce, crash, chisel, crouch, glow, edge, beat
Brenda- Thank you for the beginning, here's to beating out something edgy that glows!