Hello again Sunday Whirl...missed you

I've missed a couple of weeks of whirls for one reason or another. You know what I'm like...sometimes I really need a good kick to write poetry.So thank you Brenda for these great words. It's a huge pleasure to have a reason to write.dusk, link, trace, empty, essential, rose, pencil, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, operatorThat’s the way dusk usually is she saidI think she said it because she thought she saw a trace of empathy in my eyesOr because she was looking at my sketchbook thru her decaf latteShe dyed her hair blue and cut it short, except for the fringe in her eyesShe thought it was essential for her new look and sequined shoesI thought she looked like a lost mermaid in the cityI thought I’d tell her my grandmother’s recipe for gingerbreadThat she can make on evenings when she reaches level groundOr when she needs to break the chain of her decaf lattesOr when the city feels too small or when she needs absolutionForgiven? She said she is the sole operator of her destinyI wondered how it must be to see the world in rose thru a blue fringeShe left half her latte which had gone too cold by thenShe walked out the door into the rain-filled alley throwing ice like a blue cometAnd passed thru the hole in a broken-down fenceI want to leave too because this room is four walls of concreteThat will not allow me to breathe properlyAnd I know she will skip classes and cartwheel on her fingertips and run free without reinsShe is my link away from the nights when I cling to my sketchbookMy mind feels empty like air between wings or a sign in the darkAnd only the pencil in my writing hand seems realCheck out these fun whirls from Carol, Walt, Hannah, and Veronica and then maybe write something off the top of your head. I'd love to read it!art: a tiny little oil painting of an Oxfordshire sunset on a front cover of an old book of carols...What? It's like a stretched canvas.  :)