We Wordle #12
March 31, 2014
We Wordle #12
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Welcome back for more We Wordle fun. This is wordle #12 (how wordles fly when you’re having fun!), and this week’s words are plucked from poems written to Irene’s prompt #205 “Your Neck of the Woods.” Here are each poets’ three word contributions to the Wordle.
Yousei: me you mockingbird
Viv: tea cake says
Ron: window road morning
Hannah: rain melting wind
Abby: churches bread sky
Irene: woods stars read
Marian: rabbit blue water
Roslyn: smile tease life
Debi: swearing thin again
Jules: Palm canal south
Barbara: madness neck out.
And here are the pesky unruly rules: There are none. No rules, except that I hope you have fun. Use all the words or just a few. Change the tense, if you wish, if you must, if your muse is not amused and needs a wee small push. Post your poem to your blog, tattoo it on your leg, leave it here, leave it there, write it and leave it anywhere!! Post a link if you dare.
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Looking forward to reading your poems.
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~ Misky
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Looking forward to reading your poems.
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~ Misky
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Used some words here
Love the sound of these words. I’m not sure how to link, but it’s here: http://keepingsecrets-.karen.blogspot.com
Okay, that didn’t work, so just click on my name. Sorry!
I did write something for Wordle #11 and here it is?
That Spring
That spring in your
Garage apartment
My house had sold
I was alone
Adrift
The frogs were leaping
In the little pond in
The back yard
Or during the day
Cuddled under the shade
We would sunbath
Lying on the wicker
You asked if
I minded if you
Didn’t wear a suit
We were alive
Midlife
Southern bells ringing
The air was thick
And hot and it wasn’t
Even summer yet
I had pulled up
The old roots
Left my old life
Behind…
Soon I would be
Headed West
You would soon leave
Our bones ached
To be on the move
The sprinklers kept
The yard wet
Tropical
The pond an oasis
For all the frogs
In Harris County
At night their loud calls
A cacophony of sound
Made sleep impossible
I shifted position
On the damp bed sheets
The sound of the
Air conditioner’s motor
Combined with their calls
A noisy night in the
Neighborhood
The frogs never whispered
Only yelled at the top
Of their lungs
After all they
Had no cellphones
And they were calling
All possible mates
On the planet
The hot wind
Moved the banana leaves
A gentle rustle
In the night
On another night
At a local bar
We ate crawfish
You loved them
Could eat more
Than anyone
Time stood still
Another place
Another time
Little piece of
History
Buried in my memory
Gentle transition
Long hours stare into space
Wait for answers
Scribble notes to myself
Time has passed…20 years
I’m OK…hope you are too
Process notes: I only stayed a few months. After I left, I heard the woman left her husband, returned to Europe. I haven’t heard about her in years, I hope she found what she was looking for.
Process notes: I’m left wondering, did you?
Great atmosphere.
I love how you wove in the frogs. They lend a deeper meaning to the poem.
Ribbit!
Frogs and southern bells ringing. I love it!
We Wordle #12
I read over the words
I don’t see my name
I remember the feelings
Of being ‘left out’
Children’s games
Game of life
Run away into the woods
Follow rabbit
Down the rabbit hole
Into the sky
Knead the bread
Listen to mockingbird
The wind blows cold
In morning
I smile
Tease myself
Not ‘left out’
Just overlooked
I hope if you do another wordle, you will also select words from my piece?
I think this is pulled from the previous prompt’s responses, Annell.
The Weekly Wordle words are taken from the Thursday prompts, Annel, in this case from Irene’s prompt #205 “Your Neck of the Woods. Really lovely poems. I particularly like number 11, and I believe I left you a comment on your blog about it last week. 🙂
Annell, the next We Wordle #13 will be derived from submissions to Thursday Prompt 206, “Which Childhood?”. I see you’ve submitted a poem there so I’ll be selecting 3 words from yours. Do watch for the posted wordle next Monday. Thanks for playing!
Used all the 33 words here:
http://imagery77.blogspot.com/2014/03/winds-lashed-hard.html
Hank
Well done, Hank! I left a comment on your blog.
Thanks Miskey!
Hank
http://roughwords.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/wwwordle-mockingbird/
A little bit of madness. http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/the-last-madness-of-a-march-hare/
I used some of the words in: A Sunday Snapshot.
http://mainelymugups.blogspot.com/2014/03/a-sunday-snapshot_31.html
Belva, this is a completely charming poem. Thank you for joining in this week.
I couldn’t post on your site for some reason… loved this though – the nostalgia of childhood… growing up and leaving and then the strong ending “But I know where I came from… “Very nice.
I had difficulty also.
I mashed this all up with another fun prompt called a Gargleblaster.
Check it out, and then click on over to yeah write, and write your own. 😉 Cuz it’s April and there’s always time for one more poem, right? 😉
http://stimmyabby.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/the-house-built-at-the-edge-of-the-cliff/ 🙂
Three word lists, four prompts and a whole lot of fun:
http://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/april-1-prompts-be-longing/
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com.au/2014/04/mockingbird.html
Only used a few this time but combined this into Creative Bloomings cinqku prompt.
http://georgeplaceblog.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/songs-sung-blue-cinqku/
I used a few of them with a combined prompt from PAD: http://coyotemercury.com/2014/04/02/made-or-just-happened-2/
Had a lot of fun with this one!
http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/rain-brings-memories/
I’m late-late but I found this buried in my inbox and decided to play with some words any way. 🙂
http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/sevenling-since-two-purple-black-grackle-feathers/
Thank you!