In the drive to join in every wordle ,
words and images are planted willy nilly
here and there. I shall make no excuses
for incoherence.
To begin the trip:
The Northeast wind stings my skin
with hail as I trample the upland turf,
kneading the peat with clumsy boots
and Nordic poles, head down, eyes half closed.
I curse the day I joined the rambling club.
Why don’t I just go for a stroll
down in the valley instead?
As usual, I used all but one or the words. You’ll find other masochists wordlers here.
Heehee. I love this, Viv.
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I don’t know why you put yourself through it. You’ll write good poems if you follow your instincts instead of the law.
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I put myself through it because it’s fun, and I sometimes get a good poem from the process when otherwise I would have written nothing.
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Sometimes what we don’t say is as honest and important as what we do…well done.
http://soundofthewordnight.blogspot.ca/2015/03/castles-made-of-flour.html?view=classic
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Thank you for the lightheartedness wrapped around a poem of what I saw as struggle and a bit of remorse.
Randy
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“angst” sorry,
Elizabeth
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I must try the hurdle of the wordle. Sounds like fun!
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No matter the anst, the wordles endure, and we seem unable to resist them,
Elizabeth
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Haha, that’s exactly what it’s like….but isn’t it so much fun???
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Surely you could have strung string in somewhere? 🙂
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Omitted as a protest!
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I also much prefer a stroll, which is what I get when I walk Molly – she strolls for sniffs, so things aren’t nearly as high-paced as when she was a younger pup. And I’m watching two pigeons chasing each other across the roof ridge across the street – it’s that time of year again. Thankfully.
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I had fun reading of your struggles up the wordle hill … I’m sure the Nordic poles help wondrously 😉
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They keep me on the straight and narrow!
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lol … 🙂
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My wife and I use to ramble miles in search of rare birds, enduring winds, rain, impenetrable terrain and avoiding unfriendly animals…it was so good to get back home!
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This made me chuckle Viv – the poet’s struggle…the Nordic poles made me laugh too..but could we live without that wordle hill? (thank you for the grammar hint also)
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that applied to me yesterday cycling into a very strong , gusty headwind yesterday. what a relief when we were going home to have the wind on our backs. why do we do it?
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Poor you. Mine was pure fiction!
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