A pewter sea beating against a pewter sky
sends flocks of gulls inland for green security
from intractable storm. Squandering energy
in their haste, they follow alleys and lanes,
eyes ever seeking lush fields
where they can ride out the storm.
That was my first pedestrian attempt at this week’s wordle words. Then I got really silly
A disparate list of intractable verbiage beats
at my will as I accommodate clumsily
squander recklessly, follow blindly
the flocks of reluctant poets
wherever Brenda sends us
along alley and green lane
onward to pewter sea,
eyes seeking refuge
from Wordle war.