After a spell of
Too many leavings
The robust soul ,
Where joy once flourished,
Has since fizzled
Into nights fetal-curled
In piteous tears.
A melody born of
A now insular life
Headlights
A cryophilic heart
One as fine,
Yet as brittle as china
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #136 “January 2nd, 2016”
Leavings, Insular, Cryophilic, Melody, Radio, Fetal, Pity, China, Headlights, Promontory, Spell, Fizzle
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem. The words can appear in an alternate form, in any order that you like.
dVerse Quadrilee #23 : Curl
The rules are easy. Write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title), using the word curl in any form.
Raivenne-lations 
Love the last two lines.
night foetal curled… great image there.
Wow, this was a challenge indeed… but what a dark way to spend your life…
Well done and excellent use of the wordle…
This is fantastic. Love how you’ve merged two prompts into one.
After a spell of
Too many leavings…
This opener is just stunning. Love.
“…nights fetal curled….’ a sad image you’ve provoked here.
You did an amazing job combining the two poems, and using the words to create a strong and overpowering feeling.
Wow!! You combined those two prompts with such ease and flair 😀 Kudos ❤️
Brittle as china, I like the sad bitter ending ~
Loss can make what once was robust weak.
Great response to a complex challenge
Oh, how sad. Sounds final!