For Sunday Whirl: Wordle 22
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Misplaced Staff
Uneasy omen, recalling how
words were once uncensored
treasure, secret trove that constantly
glowed with muted rainbow
of opal-like essence.
But, have lost their verve,
raw nerve with which
to thrust themselves across
page, wage war against silence
strengthened by lengthy empty
moments threading way down
endless corridor, going nowhere.
No longer yearn to burn fingertips,
quicken lips of mirrored muse,
but stand confused, like sheep
without a shepherd.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/18/11
Notes: This list of words seemed no more than a mess when I first looked at them. They refused to sort themselves out, choose partners, let alone dance in the thundering silence
that seemed to accompany them. Then had to realize, it wasn’t the words, but perhaps the poet who had lost her ‘verve’, the hook at the end of her staff.
Soul's Music 
Oh I know those times when the words wont come…however, as you told me then, trust they will return, refreshed, after a rest. I read somewhere and have forgotten which author said it, that time not-writing can be compared to the period of gestation of a pregnant woman – something is going on, even when it appears nothing is happening….anyway, you did a fantastic job with the wordle, kiddo. Has enough verve for me!
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I loved your use of the wordle words. Even when they seem almost like foreign words… there is a force that will bring them together, encourage them to play together like small children in the play-yard. You must have found your staff, that force is you!
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Oh, I’m blaming it on the wordle words. The silence was deafening here too. Still, you pulled a rabbit out of your hat and created something wonderful. Jolly good.
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I agree with Annell, you are the force. The words flowed for me, but I had something on my mind to channel them through. You put the magic in your words and delight me every week. Even your poems that offer protest against the wordle words pull me along. You offer us a treasure trove and are not afraid of self-exploration. Thank you for sharing your process through this piece. It’s a great contribution to the words of the week.
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The words did not initially flow for me either, but then they did….. I do think they are the reflection of the ‘shepherd’ / poet as they somehow find their own way. Some days definitely easier than others.
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I loved this Elizabeth, and the last 2 lines really leave you thoughtful and ‘feeling’!
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You really wove a feeling into this poem Elizabeth. It is such a good description of times when words don’t flow so well. You obviously found the solution, writing about it! A very good use of the wordle words.
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Elizabeth, this is lovely. That idea of the “misplaced staff” is wonderful, such a good metaphor for that feeling. We have to shepherd those words/sheep even when they are difficult and cantankerous, wandering off for a drink from a stream, or just spread over the grassy hills.
Richard
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Elizabeth, I can feel myself in this poem. Since I have limited my writing to only 2 prompts a week, I seem to be struggling with my muse more, than when I was writing to 4 or 5 prompts a week *sigh*… this is a great illustration of the frustration behind writing sometimes. Nicely wordled my friend.
Pamela
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You pulled it all together very well to place it into a very nice piece in the end!
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Fantastic use of the wordle, and the internal rhymes kept the poem dancing along quite well. 🙂
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As always, you touched the core of my soul…
while the instrument plays
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I admire that you are able to do so much with these words to bring them to understood as something more than when you first began. Well done!
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