Bless the blue and the red
those who tirelessly stump for votes
among the hopeful and hopeless
grabbing at sticks and straws
as they burn bridges behind them
and always conceal how they ran the race
the votes they cast—win or lose—
behind the locked curtain.
Wordle #273, November 11, 2016 … by MindLoveMisery
the words: blue, burn, lose, race, red, lock, grab, bless, stump, vote, conceal, stick.
A scent of Wisteria
if real or fake
borne by warm breezes
over rippling tidewaters.
A ship’s sharp whistle
from deep in the gut,
as sweet music echoes
through silent halls
… a faceless, mute bibliotaph,
who treasures… within his soul…
sounds he cannot experience
except in his penetralia.
© Sometimes, 2017
This WORDLE #129, has languished in my notebook for months. I do love these exercises offered frequently by MINDLOVEMISERY, and enjoy the challenge of making a poem or other form of writing, using at least ten specific words from a list of 12. This Wordle words are: Wisteria, faceless, penetralia*, sharp, tidewater, fake, breeze, occur, mute, bibliotaph*, step, and guts.
penetralia: held in interior, core, deep, innards, etc… as in deep sometimes private thoughts or memories
bibliotaph: someone who hoards books, a book collector
This poem I wrote last year seems an appropriate companion with one I published this morning. I love Wordles, and MLMM always is one of my favorite sites. Thanks again MLMM!
This is a Wordle for Special Edition “Touch” MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie, August 29, 2016 Challenge. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/wordle-special-addition-touch-august-29th-2016/#respond
This is not my usual fare, but here is the short vignette that I wrote using many, if not all, of the Wordle words given for the challenge.
to die in Satin…
Feverish now, thrashing among sodden sheets
grown bristly and coarse, soaked with salty tears
in a tangible horror of torturous linen…
no smoothing touch of pumice could relieve,
to sharply barbed cloth…once satiny to the touch…
The dying man’s angular body wracked with agony,
viscous sweat turning waxy his once swarthy skin
as rigidity overcame and replaced malleability.
“Oh! Let me die!” he entreated those who
could do nothing else.
As we walk along the darkened trail
pine needles crunch beneath our boots
giving pungent aroma into the night.
Lanterns glow beyond curtained mist
we laugh as an owl a “good evening” hoots.
We take the trail to the river edge
where trim gardens hide their colors
as they gather rest for tomorrow’s sunlight.
The moon parts clouds to reveal the bridge,
silhouetted demurely against midnight sky.
The horn of a passing ship on a mystery trip
captures our fancy as we breezily speculate
on excursions we still might have taken—
these are the things… a sigh, a kiss…
form memories that linger in clear view forever.
© Sometimes, 2017
As all two of you know, I LOVE Wordles! Wordles is a feature of MindLoveMisery, and I enjoy doing them. I search for them on the MLM site, and write the word list in my working notebook, and work on them when I have a chance. Sometimes it is an extra challenge to make a story or poem using all of the twelve words given.
Wordle #269, originally published on Sunday Whirl, hosted by Brenda Warren https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/wordle-269/