For The Sunday Whirl writing prompt: Wordle #124
For Miz Quickly’s Learning Experience: TV Random
And for Poets United Poetry Pantry: #165
Scarred and gnarled,
willow still stands
feathery branches swaying in wind.
Lost in my own words,
I huddle beneath them
closed off from outside interference.
come to inky fruition,
ideas sparked by singular intensity.
The heart of the glacier
melts doubt in scarlet wetness
shooting from pen.
Not easily broken
consciousness oiled by swift flowing
stream of words, I remain in creative hole
until all is finished.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/1/13
Notes: The first line of each stanza (in italics) is one of Miz Quickly’s randomly chosen tv shows taken from the TV guide. She suggested we use some or all of them to create a poem (Phradle poem). Had to try marrying them to the wordle words. Guess that means this is a
phradle wordle poem. Or maybe a phrawordle poem?