For We Write Poems poetry prompt: We Wordle #6 http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/
The Poets Consortium
Robyn pulls nature’s edge closer to Annell’s
door which rises well before daylight,
while Barbara dyes spikes in a line around place
where Jules crunches nests of nothing but frost.
Misky escapes it all by throwing her spirit
at Debi, who falls forward in feelings of joy,
just in front of Marian, who has slept little
through the years.
Hannah’s green pebble number excites Janet
because she spells oceans with words of color,
even though Nicole sparks fire under skin
of all living things.
Last, but never least, Neil’s wind softly noses
wing of Irene’s sweet but limpid voice.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/10/14
Notes: Even though I didn’t partake in last week’s prompt (in a world of hurt), I really like playing with wordles. This week, the poet’s names were printed before the words chosen from their poems. It gave me the idea to use their names in the wordle, and to describe their actions, within the consortium, with those chosen words. The only word I actually altered was limped which I changed to limpid, meaning clear. I like having fun, it decreases awareness of the pain. No offense meant to anyone. The image is a digitally manipulated photograph of a bonfire. Figured it was appropriate because I see the spark of inspiration passed around the prompt circuit, often moving from one poet to another, while creating a beautiful sort of wholeness otherwise not known. But then had to go in search of a song to accompany it. There were several that came to mind, some sappy, while others were silly. I chose this one because it has a great deal of personal meaning and expresses what I hold to be true…that we write poetry because we, as very different individuals, all own a deep desire to be heard in a world that seldom listens.