Given my winter woes, (see yesterday’s poem) it’s amazing that I was able to do anything at all with the We Write Poems prompt this week. It wasn’t exactly a wordle, though it had all the elements – we’re expected to concoct a poem around a piece of dinnerware, an emotional feeling, a fixed span of time and an act of affection
A bowl of words in a wordle
raises feelings of fear.
Can I do them justice
when Post Your Poems day’s here?
I allow the words to curdle
and rumble around in my brain
then Eureka! A ditty appears -
with a hug for the prompter again.
Yes, it is like a wordle. Enjoyed your take. BTW I upgraded my blog so hopefully there won’t be any more problems. All I need now is to learn how to follow directions!
Jolly good write!
Hmmm… perhaps this is why I avoid the wordle business. Perhaps I need the discipline involved. Maybe I’ll reconsider…
This is delightful!
Delightful.
Did I misinterpret the prompt?
Over at We Write Poems…they never did say we had to use their list. I thought I read we could create our own. So I did. Glad you enjoyed it.
You’re right. I’m far too literal-minded!
This one has a very youthful voice to it.
Youthful voice? more like old hag’s moaning!
It’s all in the ear of the listener or reader?:)
Nice! Now it’s my turn to sleep, sooo tired!
Chuckles. And a good way to start off a morning, too.
Aren’t you sweet! But hey, I trust your honesty and your good mirth. And me too, off to sleep. Thanks Viv!
Amusing!
Love the rhyme of ‘wordle’ and ‘curdle’.
Thanks for the grin and chuckle, Viv. Now I’m off to sleep and hopefully have laughter in my dreams,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/01/09/going-inside/