'Birth of a Poem'
Little wings flash
Blowing away the
The forgotten tales.
Grope with, bubbling,
Head, sizzling like
Hearth of my
Me to take
Rebuild once more,
Set them free.
Start breathing again.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
You've done a wonderful job with the wordle words, created a truly inspiring poem!ReplyDelete
Oh thank you so much Marianne! This wordle has given me a hard time.ReplyDelete
The opening image is brilliant, and I love that it ends in breathing. Great contribution!ReplyDelete
Thank you Brenda!!!ReplyDelete
The poem is great. I think with wordles that if we have to struggle, that often equals a good poem.ReplyDelete
The expectant tone of this one is fantastic - a very encouraging read. :)
Thank you very much Margo! I actually wrote it very quickly, and posted too quickly: as soon as it was up, I noticed the blunder I made..(I was preoccupied with far fetched ideas, and confused 'fetched' and 'thatched', oops!) :-)ReplyDelete
Gosh! Thank you Traci! :-)ReplyDelete