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We Wordle #7

February 17, 2014

Wordle 7Welcome back, poets, for the seventh We Wordle! This week’s words are mined from poems submitted to Neil’s prompt from this past Thursday, “Young Mysteries“. I have selected three words from each poem.

Contributors and their words:
Rosyln: blood, life, soul
Annell: instrument, tear, flesh
Misky: code, written, aim
Jules Paige: secrets, fortune, gift
Marian: petition, needs, innocence
Elizabeth: silence, thundered, subdued
Benjamin (Poetry Shack): fickle, heart, branded
Grace: bone, breath, shiver
Nicole: sternum, afterlife, nautilus
Hannah: plumes, crystallized, rust
Irene: delta, fecund, god
Ms. Pie: aperture, paradise, entwined

Here are the rules for playing.
1) You are not required to use all the words in the word list. If you want to, that’s entirely up to you.
2) One helpful possibility: 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
3) Find a framing device for the words you see, like 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. 🙂

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41 Comments
  1. February 17, 2014 3:51 am

    Wandering Thunder

    Thunder knows no silence.
    No stranger to the yawning of wind, it only knows the storm.
    Having no aim but a ruthless wandering.

    Setting it’s sights across the heavenly expanse; impelled by curiosity, it stretches for the secrets unknown.

    Thanks for the prompt! Happy writing all!

    • February 18, 2014 1:03 pm

      Once again, you blow me away…every word perfectly in place, nothing superfluous or unnatural.

  2. February 17, 2014 4:30 am

    I had fun with these words! Thanks!
    http://laughwithme45.blogspot.com/2014/02/recharging.html

    • February 18, 2014 1:10 pm

      “silence my fickle heart!
      accept this fortunate gift”

      We don’t know what we have until it’s gone.

      Very nicely written.

  3. February 17, 2014 5:37 am

    Yesterday I spoke with an old friend, the kind you don’t speak to often, but when you do, your friendship all comes back, you are together again….she shared many stories of her life, and we laughed. My idea is about that friendship.

    http://Somethingsithinkabout-annell-annell.blogspot.com

    • February 18, 2014 1:18 pm

      Most impressively you managed to use a lot of these words. And, you left us with an intriguing image — those plumes of smoke rising in the afterlife seen through the aperture.

  4. February 17, 2014 7:09 am

    Used some…thanks for the wordle, Nicole.

    Ok, it’s surreal

    • February 19, 2014 1:23 pm

      And I love the surreal, dream-like quality to this poem.

    • February 20, 2014 12:49 am

      Couldn’t find the poem. Please would you leave a link?

      • February 20, 2014 4:07 am

        Viv, click on “it’s surreal” as poem is linked there..

    • February 21, 2014 1:15 pm

      a walk is always good to clear one’s head…. but that friend who eats fish with a bag on his head…. another one who gives away his identity… great post full of so many possibilities….

  5. February 17, 2014 7:38 am

    Y’all wanted more… Hope ‘it’ satisfies.

    http://julesinflashyfiction.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/we-wordle-7-a-haibun-passion-applied/

    • February 24, 2014 3:29 pm

      You wield the words well to give voice to questions we as humans have been asking for thousands of years. Beautifully done.

    • February 24, 2014 4:02 pm

      “…it’s a song sad and cold, shivering on a trombone’s slide”. An amazing line, and I wish I’d written it.

  6. February 17, 2014 3:06 pm

    Hope you don’t mind, but thought introductions would be nice,

    http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/poets-consortium-two-an-introduction/

    Elizabeth

    • February 24, 2014 4:04 pm

      Again, a poem made out of us. Phenomenal. Would love to see you do that again.

  7. February 17, 2014 4:11 pm

    This poem, like the last one, deals with some ugly truths. But as George Santayana said, “Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it”.

    On another note, I did use all of the words.

    http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2014/02/17/you-are-real-because-you-are-read/

    -Nicole

    • February 24, 2014 4:28 pm

      “Don’t wake up anyone/who does not believe in magic”. I love this line, and so true.

    • February 25, 2014 12:55 pm

      And some of the best things germinate slowly. You can’t rush beauty, ;like this poem.

  8. February 20, 2014 7:28 pm

    Wow! I had viewed this wordle on my phone earlier this week and wrote a poem this evening that incorporated some of the words “by accident.” Thank you for pooling words!

    http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2014/02/20/true-blue-sitting-lotus/

    • February 25, 2014 1:03 pm

      Talk about your serendipity. And the resulting poem is a beautiful creature of such serendipity, indeed.

  9. February 21, 2014 11:07 am

    there’s never enuf time… yeah what vivinfrance sed… percolating… yeah, that’s the ticket… http://pieceofpie.wordpress.com/2014/02/21/collectingshells-wwp/

    • February 25, 2014 1:09 pm

      Percolating…it’s worth the wait…and when the ribbon unwinds you follow it with a beautiful journey of words.

  10. February 22, 2014 6:37 am

    Interesting words

    • February 25, 2014 1:13 pm

      I’m impressed with not only your use of words but how the two halves of your poem compliment each other, connect with each other, and contrast with each other.

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