wordle 184 gobbledegook

Poppies aren’t blue.
Thirteen frivolous inklings
say they are.  Strange,
their roots must be gnarled,
coated in woad,
audibly screaming
for speedy growth
to literary apocalyptic
epilogue

I wasn’t able to think of anything coherent to do with today’s wonderful word selection, hence my title!  I’m sure you’ll find better poetry at the Sunday Whirl

 

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4 Responses to wordle 184 gobbledegook

  1. oldegg says:

    So when the brain bursts the words come out like that? You captured me when the roots were coated with woad and my mind took me back a few centuries to the ancient Briton’s colouring their faces.

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  2. Cathy says:

    hahaham actually you did write a good poem with a good dose of either Dadism or surrealism in it

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  3. Well that was different!

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  4. jae rose says:

    Oh but it’s wonderful! We are clapping our hands in glee 🙂

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