OBSESSION – wordle 206

Posted on July 5, 2015 by https://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

Barbara’s back with an eclectic mix of wordle words, which I couldn’t assemble in one poem, so here are two which hardly merit being called poems.

Quilts galore cover the beds,
escaping onto walls
and out by the open door
to warm the hearts and bones
of friends and relations
near and far across the ocean.

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Splintered spine
cracks, collapses,
the body crawls.
aching for the cover of clay

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23 Responses to OBSESSION – wordle 206

  1. magicalmysticalteacher says:
    July 8, 2015 at 14:59

    Quilt to clay, from one cover to another! 😉

    Whirling with Marge

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  2. tmhHoover says:
    July 8, 2015 at 05:22

    Good to see the world of writers continues even with my time away. Viv the first poem feels as though it is reaching out to warm and comfort. The second is a stand “offish” thing but captures the feeling of painful resignation. I may suggest the last line be soften a bit – something like “aching for the cover of clay.” Just a thought.

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  3. The Laughing Housewife says:
    July 7, 2015 at 15:27

    I like that first one because I’m in it 😉

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  4. annell4 says:
    July 7, 2015 at 14:49

    I like each one! Both a little slice of something good, not one better than another!

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  5. Mama Pajama (Miriam) says:
    July 6, 2015 at 23:19

    why not merit them? poems can be short and sweet! I like both of these – your ‘quilts’ made me feel especially welcome, though I liked the ‘clay’ as well.

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  6. Victoria C. Slotto says:
    July 6, 2015 at 22:07

    I rather thought of you with the quilts, Viv. As for the 2nd poem, I relate, but let’s neither of us be in a hurry to have that clay dumped on us, okay?

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  7. veronicabalfourpaul says:
    July 6, 2015 at 11:14

    Oh yes, quilts get around! Given after hours of absorbing work, a gift of love. And yes, the clay will eventually be our final quilt!

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  8. 1sojournal says:
    July 5, 2015 at 23:44

    Yes, they are definitely poems. The first one is so obviously you, the second one is definitely me. It will take months, probably, to feel really at home and settled here, but although I am moving very slowly, I am anticipating the end result. Thanks for your visit,

    Elizabeth

    Black All Over

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  9. The Writer's Village says:
    July 5, 2015 at 21:57

    I read these two seemingly opposite poems as different sides of the same coin.
    The first piece as the inviting living and loving person of the world;
    and the second dealing with old age and the depletion of the urge or wherewithal to be the person of the first.

    And so I enjoyed the poem, identifying, hurting yet understanding. Randy

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  10. brenda warren says:
    July 5, 2015 at 12:42

    I figured you’d find a great use of quilt, Viv. You do stitch such beautiful work. I still have quilts my great grandmother stitched in Finland many years ago. Your second piece contains profound truth, sad, but comforting in a way, too.

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  11. Tom Merriman says:
    July 5, 2015 at 12:21

    Viv… I’d call them poems! I think I prefer the first one… it has a cosy feel to it.

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  12. Jae Rose says:
    July 5, 2015 at 12:13

    This one feels like an exploration of texture..the world is far friendlier when we have the softness of quilts and loved ones that when we are (perhaps) alone and reminded of our splintering bones…expertly stitched!

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  13. oldegg says:
    July 5, 2015 at 10:51

    I am glad you too are driven by some unseen force when writing poetry. However I particularly like the quilt one.

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  14. sumyanna says:
    July 5, 2015 at 10:21

    I think they’re rather nice!

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  15. Misky says:
    July 5, 2015 at 10:13

    I love these both. No idea why you don’t think they’re poems.

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  16. colonialist says:
    July 5, 2015 at 09:51

    They use the words, and they seem poetic enough to me!

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