Masochism – Wordle 202

Posted on March 8, 2015 by https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

 

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.

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19 Responses to Masochism – Wordle 202

  1. whimsygizmo says:
    March 9, 2015 at 18:23

    Heehee. I love this, Viv.

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  2. The Laughing Housewife says:
    March 9, 2015 at 11:57

    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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  3. seingraham says:
    March 9, 2015 at 02:54

    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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  4. The Writer's Village says:
    March 8, 2015 at 23:51

    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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  5. 1sojournal says:
    March 8, 2015 at 23:00

    “angst” sorry,

    Elizabeth

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  6. pherecrates1 says:
    March 8, 2015 at 22:59

    I must try the hurdle of the wordle. Sounds like fun!

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  7. 1sojournal says:
    March 8, 2015 at 22:59

    No matter the anst, the wordles endure, and we seem unable to resist them,

    Elizabeth

    Unavailable Until Further Notice

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  8. C.C. says:
    March 8, 2015 at 20:29

    Haha, that’s exactly what it’s like….but isn’t it so much fun???

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  9. colonialist says:
    March 8, 2015 at 16:48

    Surely you could have strung string in somewhere? 🙂

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  10. Misky says:
    March 8, 2015 at 13:52

    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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  11. Bastet says:
    March 8, 2015 at 12:38

    I had fun reading of your struggles up the wordle hill … I’m sure the Nordic poles help wondrously 😉

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  12. oldegg says:
    March 8, 2015 at 10:56

    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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  13. Jae Rose says:
    March 8, 2015 at 10:50

    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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  14. brendaintheboro says:
    March 8, 2015 at 09:29

    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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