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We Wordle #01

January 6, 2014


Welcome to WWP’s first wordle. A wordle is a tool on the Internet that creates a word cloud.

What we’re doing is to create a word list. From this word list you select the words to create a poem. Nicole’s idea of feeding our submitted prompted poems to a Word Counter (an Internet tool to pick out the most frequently occurring words in a body of text) triggered the idea of selecting three words each from poems submitted to our Thursday’s prompt to create a collaborative wordle.

Here is the word list compiled from poems submitted to Elizabeth’s Thursday prompt. Contributor’s name is given in parenthesis.

dreams, crowd, edge (Robin)
creation, motley, fabrics (Vivienne)
grouchy, giddy, wildflowers (Marian)
portal, antedilluvian, begetting (Denise)
sepia, fluid, voyeurs (Nicole)
wishes, cycle, beaming (Annell)
tail, tangled, shadow (Abby)
exultant, bowed, untrodden (Jules)
intoxicating, melancholy, stillness (Elizabeth)
sparsity, plough, wrinkles (Misky)
eats, coal, neon (Barbara)
oxymoron, meteors, oranges (Irene)
good, incense, prayers (Pamela)
pinks, fortune, compass (Dick)

Here are the rules for playing.

1) Do not use all the words in the word list unless you want to. That isn’t the point.
2) Use your mind to generate associations and meaning from the words you see.
3) Feel free to change the tense or form of the word.

If you’re feeling stuck, try:

1) juxtaposing the words
2) think of alliteration, assonance and consonance


Find a framing device for the words you see. An excellent framing device is to use another prompt for triggering your flow of thought. You can try Qweekly’s Monday prompt or any other prompt on the Internet.

Have fun creating a poem.

  1. January 6, 2014 4:57 am

    Here is my piece.

    Each Day a Beginning
    In the stillness
    Of morning
    Black as coal
    The sun
    Just beginning
    To rise
    Oranges are
    Tangled with
    Neon pinks
    Shadows of
    Slip away
    The world
    Comes to life
    Once more

    • January 6, 2014 3:25 pm

      The hues in this–black as coal, oranges, neon pinks–contrasting with shadows, are just wonderful, Annell.

    • January 7, 2014 1:28 am

      That’s like reading a colourful collage! Lovely.

    • January 7, 2014 2:18 am

      Read this yesterday and again this morning. I find something so peaceful about this poem which is a nice way to start my day!

    • January 7, 2014 11:56 am

      Can you send some of that warmth this way – we are freezing here. Sometimes it seems we do not see the sun for days. Lovely piece.

    • January 8, 2014 2:48 am

      A happy and colourful poem counteracting all the weather angst which dominates the media at the moment.

    • January 8, 2014 12:47 pm

      I can see your orange and the neon pinks in the sunrise. On some days, at the right moment, the sky looks like a sherbet swirl. Lovely.


  2. January 6, 2014 7:13 am

    How fun to be included in your list! Here’s my go at the words

    • January 6, 2014 3:53 pm

      ” i must
      travel this road to nowhere

    • January 7, 2014 1:31 am

      I agree with the others that this is a very spiritual write with a deep sense of peace. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, Robyn.

    • January 6, 2014 3:44 pm

      “Over all of the memory
      there will hang an inescapable
      aroma of oranges.”
      Writing is very straight-faced and funny and crooked all at the same time. Looks like I will need to compile another anthology.

  3. January 6, 2014 8:47 am

    Not a lot of sense, but loads of fun,


    • January 6, 2014 3:40 pm

      “And one would quietly light pink incense,
      mumbling prayers to good fortune’s compass.”

      You deliciously used all the words. Left me speechless & sobbing, Elizabeth.

      • January 7, 2014 9:44 am

        Sobbing? I was going for a shit eating grin or out and out laughter. Maybe a few loud claps, not sobbing…oh my!

        • January 8, 2014 4:45 pm

          Sobbing=laughing actually. *clap clap*

  4. January 6, 2014 9:24 am

    Good Lord! That is a mountain of words, should be fun.


    • January 6, 2014 3:26 pm

      Haha, mountain it is indeed. Now go picking ore & wildflowers.

  5. January 6, 2014 1:27 pm

    A bit of a wordle and a bit of Qweekly, and you have

    • January 6, 2014 3:35 pm

      “I am absorbed, water to a sponge,
      feeding on the reading of tales.”
      Reading your work convinced me that reading & writing poems is such a blessing in our lives, Misky.

      • January 7, 2014 1:34 am

        I am very honoured by that comment, Irene. Thank you.

  6. January 6, 2014 2:40 pm

    I love this idea!! I showed up with just what you suggested in mind…combining with Qweekly…great fun…thank you!!

    • January 6, 2014 3:30 pm

      “Words bloom

      like meteor showers,” sure sets the tone of your piece and there’s more wonderfulness throughout the piece. It riffs on the picture by Qweekly perfectly, Hannah.

  7. January 6, 2014 11:03 pm

    Here it is in all it’s weirdness. Thanks for the words,


  8. January 7, 2014 12:54 am

    Reblogged this on nfocus4youblog.

  9. January 7, 2014 5:31 am

    WWP’s first wordle begets
    a poem

  10. January 7, 2014 6:41 am

    To tired to post last night… I do so enjoy wordles 😉

    • January 7, 2014 3:27 pm

      “pink meteors burst inside
      Jules had a fun romp through all the words.

  11. January 7, 2014 12:33 pm

    Here is my offering…..


    • January 7, 2014 3:22 pm

      “First, there was only stillness:
      a frozen fluid ocean, absolute zero.”
      Nicole rocks on with her story of Aanteekwa.

  12. January 7, 2014 2:26 pm

    I used quite a few of the words in my poem:

    • January 7, 2014 3:17 pm

      “But for the moment, nothing,
      not even wild flowers.”
      laments the poet…a lyrical piece of work, Viv.

  13. January 7, 2014 8:24 pm

    I had fun using all the words.

    • January 8, 2014 4:52 am

      ” as fortune held the compass,
      this world was made; God thinks.”
      What you wrote is pretty astounding, Roslyn. Splendid mastery of the words.

    • January 8, 2014 4:57 am

      “Old winter’s shadow
      has shot an arrow
      through to a portal of spring.”
      Sara’s singing for spring.

  14. January 8, 2014 7:25 am

    Wordle word; Shadow……..
    =”″>Why do you hide

  15. January 8, 2014 7:27 am

    Why do you hide

    • January 8, 2014 2:19 pm

      “How does one greet a shadow,
      or, acknowledge, its furtive being”
      Donald is playing with shadows.

  16. January 8, 2014 7:54 am

    Have not written a wordle in years.Used all the words. Good fun!

    • January 8, 2014 2:16 pm

      “tangled fluid fabrics
      of sepia neon pink and orange creations”

      That makes three four I think, who used all the words. Clever!

  17. January 8, 2014 12:42 pm

    After several tries which filled the waste=basket finally a finished poem. Didn’t use as many of the wordle words as I wanted, but at least it makes some kind of sense. (I hope_

    my blog

    (Now I am off to read the others!)

    • January 8, 2014 2:26 pm

      “Wishes do not help the wildflowers bloom
      Tangled hopes and dreams and fervent prayer”
      Marian, such a lyrical poem about a freezing winter.

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