Base Jump

The Wordle

SUNDAY WHIRL

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asks us to use the 12 words in the Wordle

BASE-JUMP!

Of course, I'll never do it for derring-do is not for me;

I'm grounded and that's how I'm going to stay.

But the human mind can compensate for utter cowardice

And I am going to base-jump right away.

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See how I stand on this building and grip the precipice;

Feel my heart beat with its terrified pulsations;

See me face the great enigma of elation mixed with fear;

See me feel the spasm of the mixed anticipations!

Now I gaze out at the elements and feel that I am one

With the spacious space that lies before me there!

And my rapid heartbeat throbs as my foot-hold is released

And launch myself into the icy air!

Now I'm aloft and flying! I am weightless! I am free!

The winds cut at my throat like broken glass!

The birds, the clouds, the sky itself are simply a swift blur

 As tumbling, whirling, rolling they all pass!

Now my parachute has opened; I drift down to the earth;

I am the master of the sky and air.

Mine is an experience that is daring and unique

Mine is a life that's dangerous and rare.

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Except, of course, that it isn't! It's as humdrum as can be;

I exemplify great lack of motivation.

But, oh how very fortunate that cowards such as me

Can enjoy these things through their imagination!

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STILL FLUTTERING

The Choir was performing, as it often does,

At a Home for the Elderly.

(I view the places more closely now.....

My destiny, maybe!)

The ladies sat around in chairs,

Propped up or half-asleep;

One or two in dreamland pose,

In a slumber very deep.

 But others alert and smiling

As though their lives were fun,

Even though it was very obvious

That their race was nearly run.

And I saw this work of art as it hung

On a side wall on display;

Butterflies cut-out by the ladies,

Butterflies at play.

And I thought of the life of a butterfly,

Which is very, very short

And, as I sang, I brooded on

A certain little thought.......

May I still flutter my wings a bit,

Or at least have a damned good try!

May I enjoy my last brief days,

As a brave little butterfly!

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