For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #70
Only An Attempted Wordle Murder
Won’t you celebrate with me
these words I am tipping,
affixing onto this page?
What I have shaped
from only hinted at, tinted
experiences in prelude of childhood.
I had no model
for vivid verse, only thinning tinny
sound of fast fading, long ago memory.
I made it up
as fingers of mind drifted over shadowed,
bloodied nicks in woodwork of time.
Here on this bridge
between then and now, past waves
restlessly attempt to gentle, defuse my determination, but
Everyday something has tried to kill me:
insidious need to silence, to cut off
limbs of speech,
has constantly attempted to split, to cleave me
completely from these words,
and has failed.
Process Notes: Words in italics are from Lucille Clifton’s poem won’t you celebrate with me. I struggle with these wordles every week. Fight them, punch them, get punched by them, most often coming to a point of frustration that has me mumbling incoherently. This week was no different. Tried several things and nothing was working. Then remembered the wonderful Haiku that MagicalMysticalTeacher has done using other poet’s lines for a starting point. Her work may be found here http://magicalmysticalteacher.wordpress.com/
Realized I might try something similar (not Haiku, of course) with my favorite poet, Lucille Clifton. Found my favorite of her poems http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/won-t-you-celebrate-with-me/
and the words began to fall into place. I am beginning to think that the only reason I continue to try to do these wordles is because I am a bit whacko and because I feel so very satisfied when the torture ends with something on paper. That does not mean I am not tempted to add a warning to each of them:
DISCRETION ADVISED: Could create a tendency toward violence aimed at words, paper and pen, keyboards, and monitors. But, as with all risk-taking adventures, may also encourage a feeling of bliss not to be found elsewhere.