Tuesday, May 29, 2012

"Words" (wordle poem)




~ Words ~

Austere

Hollow

Burnished

Brittle from misuse

They scrape my tongue and fall

But do not leave

They cling to me

With flinty perseverance

Of old barnacles

And blur

And weave 

A dense cocoon

Around my soul

I would have written 

What I want to say

But all I have is chalk

That does not last

On the rough pavement

Drenched in summer rain 



Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur 

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/05/27/wordle-58/

6 comments:

  1. Great use of the words. I enjoyed this.

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  2. Fantastic poem! So vivid and close to home. As writers, we often find ourselves worried that our chalk words will be rained out and forgotten. Of course, everything we write online ends up cached somewhere, so maybe they are a bit more permanent than we think... ;)

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    1. Thank you very much! I haven't envisioned the poem the way you saw it, but I think it's rather cool that my poem may be understood in more than one way :-)

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  3. Beautiful write! The ending image is super.

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    1. Thank you, Brenda! Something about wordles, I find them very inspiring :-)

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