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.