For Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry Month Day 13: Luck
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For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #104
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ saturate, control, bold, sword, often, skeptical, slight, might, sigh, ninth, threshold
And for Far Write writing group:
2 words: mail, concentrate, and phrase: plastic flowers in rusty tin cans
Also for Poets United Poetry Pantry #146 : 4/14/13
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Was It Just Luck?
With more than one slight
sigh, she makes ninth try,
knowing she might have to
admit defeat, right here
at the threshold.
Has become skeptical:
usually saturated receptacle
of rich liquid language has hit
a curve, swerved off path,
crashed into thick dark fog,
going nowhere.
Must concentrate. Then sees,
inside her head, that row
of plastic flowers drooping
over rusty tin cans that used
to stand on her neighbor’s
windowsill, where sun could
never quite reach them. What
good would it do, if it could?
Then gasps, as she takes bold
control of her pen, wielding it
like a sword, she swiftly unwinds
that unwieldy list of words,
to find herself happily finished
in less than five short minutes.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/13/13
Notes: This is in response to several prompts and for a while could have been true, lol. The first verse was originally the last, but didn’t want it to end on that dark note, so did a bit of rearranging. This is the 104th wordle that Brenda has offered to us. That’s two full years of these word lists. I wanted to celebrate and honor her steadfast persistence and endurance, and what we have all gained from the experience.
I love this stanza and the image you have given us:
“Must concentrate. Then sees,
inside her head, that row
of plastic flowers drooping
over rusty tin cans that used
to stand on her neighbor’s
windowsill, where sun could
never quite reach them. What
good would it do, if it could?”
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I too the love the rusty cans with flowers, Elizabeth. Nice tackle of three prompts.
Pamela
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Another fine “stuff the prompt” piece. I did write my wordle…but haven’t posted it yet.
Sometimes I fiddle with the sequence of stanzas too. But you’ve got to get all the words down first. And wait for the flow to stop …then go back and make sense.
Cheers.
Mine is here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/04/serendipity-miz-q-april-13.html
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Actually it should be ‘stuff the poem’ – somehow it sounds better the other way though.
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I can see that row of defeated rusty cans of fake blooms. Oh my! SO well done!
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usually saturated receptacle
of rich liquid language has hit
a curve
Hehehe! Can’t always hit a hole in one! 🙂
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Five minutes with those words that is very good; I was at it for ten! I was skeptical of finishing if you get what I mean.
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From near collapse in the first stanza to a great repair and restore in the last is resurrection in a flash!!
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A great description of how I feel looking at the words each week- except takes me more than five minutes!
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You did a great job! Loved that you finished in 5 minutes!
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Total agreement with other comments: rusty can is a magical scene.
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Thank you, Elizabeth. This is a great write, and it came quickly for you! Writing about the process can lead to good work. I like your inclusion of plastic flowers in rusty tin cans… I see those sitting on people’s porches and window boxes. Lovely. ha!
Thank you for your kind words on behalf of my work at The Sunday Whirl. It’s my pleasure, as it keeps me connected to a community of good people, persistent at their craft.
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A lovely piece – a row of (plastic) flowers to lighten the dark!
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To go on. Great write.
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Nice tribute to the 104th
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Excellent use of the words and inspiring too! Creative process is so interesting, how one word, or thought gets everything flowing 🙂
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Love the versatility of this well written piece, Elizabeth. I reluctantly multi-purpose my poems, but am finding that if it works, I’m pleased.
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Delightful poem, Elizabeth. I like how it moves and she takes bold control of her pen. Yes!
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Great poem . I never make it to the ninth try, I just give and take a cue that batteries need to be recharge.
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wielding the pen like a sword…
love it!
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Alright, fine. What they all say. This is what happens when a poem languishes in my inbox.
margo
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Oh gosh Elizabeth, this poem reminds me of my grandmother who, when she got very old, used to love plastic flowers in her window boxes and here and there in the garden. And she used to write letters to her friends back in Prague with that beautiful cursive that just nobody knows how to do any more. Very, very nice for me to read. Thank you. 🙂
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Don’t you count all the time that you ponder the content before the 5 minutes? Nine tries after all! Glad you said this as it is a familiar experience for me as well.
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What fun!
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