Wordle 743 - Shipwreck

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this week's words are:

  

wings beneath cracks cringe stretch split chaos hesitates ship spin breathe pieces

 

 

Shipwreck

 

in a merciless winter storm 

 

one monster wave after another was born

 

cracking down on a doomed old ship

 

splitting her hull as the cruel winds ripped 

 

what was left of her to pieces 

 

 

the poor brave souls of her crew were fed

 

to the angry maw of the sea half dead

 

sunk beneath the chaos and woe

 

to the quiet of the Locker below 

 

where the struggle to breathe sadly ceases 

 

 

when the seas roll calm again after the fury

 

flocks of seagulls arrive in a flurry

 

to stretch their wings above the wreck

 

and the hearts of the widows cringe in their chests 

 

as soon as the news releases 

 

 

yet never a true sailor hesitates 

 

when he chooses to marry his fate

 

to the cruel whims of the seas he sails

 

though wondering if his resolve will fail 

 

as a merciless winter storm spins in 

 

to destroy what he knows of peace

 

 

I was inspired to listen to these Songs and Shantys of Shipwrecks by this week's wordle words, and read a few articles on the subject as well.  I guess I can say I've learned a bit about different kinds of wrecks, both unintentional and those that are planned - for instance, did you know that old ships are sometimes sunk on purpose to build up a reef, to block an enemy from approaching, or for military target practice?  in some cases, it's apparently cheaper than recycling them.

 

in my later 20's I had the invaluable experience of living on a steamship for 4 months as part of a Semester at Sea program, and I encourage every young college student to explore the possibility of doing the same.  while I learned very little about ships or seafaring (though there are programs for that, too), I learned a great deal about myself, the cultures of the countries I was lucky enough to have visited greatly expanding my worldview, and I didn't do too badly in my classes, either.  

 

there were also several articles highlighting the plight of refugees fleeing their homelands as they're torn apart by civil wars, many of whom lose their lives along the way (among other horrible outcomes) while seeking better situations for themselves and their families.  I don't really want to say more about that, as I'm not an expert by any means, but I do want to say that I wish we could create the kind of world where everyone was able to get everything they need, as we've long since had the means to make that dream come true.  

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 haven't done this in a few years, but here goes!  this week's words are:

  

 

untethered cloaks tendrils gods ash renew weaves through holy spark below wonder 

 

tendrils of hair

luminous 

with holy sparks 

woven through ash

untethered 

from below the hoods

of cloaks

which are prisons

meant to erase 

the goddesses  

who renew with wonder 

the indomitable spirit 

of their people 

 

this week's words were a poem all by themselves

 

which brought immediately to my mind

 

these brave women on the front lines of claiming their own freedom

 

dive assassin

written December 20, 2020 ~ 

 

"where there's a Will, there's a way"

I spin a fantasy of you

sliding between my ample thighs

with some sighs

maybe some gasps and moans

before the cries

of pleasure

but for you I'd tell 

the truth

how I long for a certain 

kind of growl

in my ear

the first time

all over again

the fear

at the possibility 

of feeling something

how much I'd hold back

because there's too much

to let go

how I could drown in 

my own longing

I could break you with my despair

feed your own need back to you

and spin us both off

into oblivion

weave my spells with 

magic words

shake them out of my hair

slide them through you

with a glance

draw them out with your blood

by the skin of my teeth 

and fingernails

but my bed is cold

and there's no one to hold me

in the night but

the Gods I conjure

who disappear with the light

I could devour you

right now

lessons

and in those moments, when the plan becomes clear

shoulders release and neck rolls

down your spine to

shimmy your hips

in the garden

"bro, 

let's build a house 

on the parents' farm.  

for our generations."

lesson.

 

to be fair, I got to smoke some weed the other day, for the first time since smoking the last hit in my stash from Vermont.  lit the bat as soon as the exit appeared on the road to the airport, and put it in my purse where it's been since then.  I know the airport security dog was looking at me and it definitely made me nervous, but I was looking back at her, and she didn't seem concerned enough about me to alert her humans who were having what I assumed to be their regular morning work chat.  so I basically went 'cold turkey' for the past 3 1/2 months from being a chronic smoker most of my adult life to no attitude adjustment at all.  how about that?  

 

 

honestly it seemed like a good idea to have my head on as straight as possible while trying to immigrate to another country, and I'm glad I have, but MAN.  I've had some tense moments.  enough that I've considered buying some alcohol just to have enough to drink with my dinner to loosen up a little.  I guess I still - and will always - prefer weed over alcohol, since that summer of...1985?

when I smell herb on the streets I'll look around to see if I can catch a vibe off of whoever's smoking it, if I can even find them on the sidewalk, or sitting at a table as I'm walking past.  obviously by my writing it, that hadn't happened yet.  I had the opportunity to hop on a bus tour for 15nis ($4 and change), so I went.  we were stopped to patronize the local breakfast joint when I smelled that particular perfume on my way back to the bus, so I walked over and asked the folks if I could hit what they were smoking, and they gave me the tail end of their joint.  hoo-rah.

 

 

and my lift arrived, and my staffs - wrapped in my tapestries - were missing, and I was losing my mind so I called the international shippers and lost my mind on them, then called the Vermont shippers and left them a piece of whatever might have been left.  and to both of their credit, my missing pieces was located quickly, and plans are being made on how to get them to me as soon as possible.  I am incredibly pleased to have the emotional hug of seeing my treasured belongings on this side of the sea, with a special nod to those that came from here, embodied within them the energies of those I hold dear.  really, the missing package was no big deal, even though it was my whole heart, and I didn't need to yell at them.  I could have asked nicely, and the outcome would have been the same.  lesson.

 

 

 

then I couldn't find my loom which I had been concerned about since before leaving the States.  I told myself I would find it when I opened the box again in Israel, but when I opened the box and searched it, the loom was not there.  luckily, in thinking about where else I might have put it, it was found.  yay!  lesson.

a person on the tourist trip reminded me that we have more power to 'choose our own adventure' than we realize.  and I realize that everything is going to be ok, and I am going to make my way and fulfill my purpose here.  everything I've done and experienced up until this moment has led me here.  To The Promised Land, lol!  trust the process.  I have some more healing to do.  lesson ~

I'm so proud of me.

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