Here’s a Wordle that I’ve been working on. I like these prompt-forms so much that I write them down in my notebook and work on them when so inclined. Here’s one I worked on for a long time but haven’t gotten it published on my blog. The twelve words given are: apple, frigid, pain, gall-and-wormwood (deep resentment,) dive, cinch, halfway, grime, wind, vintage, pause, and Palinoia ( compulsive repetition of an act until it is performed perfectly.)
Vintage memories pause halfway
on the stalled turntable of
Palinoia’s imaginary grime…
brought on through “gall and wormwood”
that eats my craw and forces me
to dive into the frigid apple wine
that dulls the pain and
quiets the howl of the wind.
I like to use the Wordle words for poems, although any literary form is acceptable. Wordles are great fun, and anyone is welcome to join in. Yves Morrow, the owner of the blog always welcomes contributors to his various and daily prompts…or any visitors, there is some really excellent material found here. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/
[Here is my entry for MindLoveMisery’s Tale Weaver #105, The Dark Side
The challenge is to write a horror tale, something dark and scary (if possible…asking for “scary” is like asking for “humor.”) I usually don’t write this kind of thing, but here goes….]
Some call them “entities,”
the mysterious forms that appear
out of the dark identities
that linger beyond their time to disappear.
Would they remain if the light fails
when the switch malfunctions
or a passing cloud the bright moon pales
or if we freeze before we give in to compunctions?
Or if our night visitors are figments of imagination,
as we reassure our waking senses,
would the benefit of a new orientation—
like turning our backs to them—compense?
Just think, how a chilly shiver might give us pause…
if Mr. Poe’s “tapping,” instead of just a black bird,
had been in fact a creature’s pecking claws,
an unspeakable thing from a mired pit, so untoward.
So what if the cloudy caricature figure (our entity,)
solemnly menacing from the dark places beside our bed
would not fade into nothingness at flash of first light…
but take form of the night terror within our head?
© Sometimes, 2017
WORDLE #268, MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie prompt for October 4, 2016
Photo “Midwest Grain Barge” is from a public domain search. Thanks to ©PhotoSeek.com
A pair of sturdy barges, trudging along
behind a hard-working tug boat,
reflecting sunshine from golden grain
filtered through sturdy tarps that protect from the rain.
Once powered by billowing sails,
now fan blades spin like metal fins
powered by mighty engines.
shouldering heavy loads.
Gentle shock of sudden wit
masks the outraged frown
that spice and twinkle belie
Clear choice—laugh or weep
warm quilt of song-bird design
feathered patterns lift doldrums
Here is my contribution to Chèvrefeuille’s new series called Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille with the theme IMAGINATION. That is right up my alley! Here’s the announcement:
Dear friends of MLMM,
Welcome at a new episode of Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille… This week I love to challenge you to create haiku inspired on a “modern” art-work. Imagine … fantasize … intuition and so you need this week.
Maybe you known the Dutch painter Piet Mondriaan (1872-1944) he became famous through his modern art-work in which he only used yellow, red and blue and black to create his art.
(art-work by © Chèvrefeuille)
Here is the artist’s original Haiku, and below is MY (Sometimes) poem.
morning dew shimmers,
the sun climbs into the sky –
[Blueprint for Variegated, color-coded world]
blue sets the boundaries
yellow stays aloof-apart
red mingles and blends
detail in black lines
shadowing and cohesion
syncretic world map
© Sometimes, 2016