For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #177
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horses, signal, bullets, thrust, plant, dismal,
edge, spot, rose, locks, ball, meandering
Words :1 – Elizabeth :0
Today, I ran away from the words.
But they refused my most adamant
signals, thrusting themselves
into meandering edge of awareness.
Wanted to punch them down like a ball
of bread dough, but they just kept rising,
buzzing at my ear like a dismal cloud
of ravenous locusts.
Wild horses trampling fragile plants
in my quiet garden of consciousness,
or bullets locked onto chosen target
of rather spotty perceptions.
Throwing hands in air, I conceded,
while they dared to cheer.
Elizabeth Crawford 9/7/14
Soul's Music 
Yes, they were a daunting bunch this week.
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powerful…both the words themselves and yours….an enjoyable read 🙂
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i agree, powerful, and contrasting.
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Cheering words, love it and quite provocative.
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I can sense your frustration – directionless and yet you got there.
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You can never run from words…i think they came through pretty well for you though despite trying to lock them out 😉 we must bake our word cakes and punch the dough…then gather together for tea
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Yes, I nearly ran from the words too. However they bent to my will in the end!
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Some days, the words win, other days you can beat them into submission. Amazing how you worked those words into the poem, I couldn’t have done it.
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wild horses trampling the flowers in your garden…ha…nice…
and thus why we should not ignore them….smiles…
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Throwing hands in air, I conceded,
while they dared to cheer.
They may be triumphant this time but not always. One can bring the words back. There is always the urge to write! Great wood craft Elizabeth!
Hank
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Such words – what a powerful and frightening bunch of sentences you’ve sculptured here.
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great sonnet style poem.
Not many people can appreciate a struggle with words.
the emotions they evoke in us,
the battles we wage
with them
and the nerve of these little lettered imps
to personify themselves
and then razz us to boot!
wonderful piece.
I’m printing it put to put on my wall to reread.
Randy
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Whew! Great snapshot of current events!
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Sometimes words can be very stubborn, just like those wild horses.
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Love this! I usually skip wordle prompted poems, but I’m glad I read this one and found a smile and a truth in your words.
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Lovely to see you in the Pantry, Elizabeth. I especially love those “wild horses trampling fragile plants in my quiet garden of consciousness.” Quite wonderful.
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Words- 1, Elizabeth – 0. Wonderful, wonderful. So glad to see you are still here and let the words drag you in. xo Teri
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No, we must never ignore the words. They won’t have it! But my bigger problem is that often words don’t show themselves to me. And I must wait ’til they decide to reveal themselves.
Lovely poem your words have woven. Hope they keep attacking you.
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Yes, those occasional bouts result in many things.
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“they dared to cheer” because you didn’t allow yourself to run away and this wonderful poem with the edgy sentences is the result.
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Oh I love this one, so full of truth.
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My response also had wild horses trampling a garden! I particularly appreciate your clever title and the first stanza rings so true…oh, how those words have a way of thrusting themselves into our awareness.
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You’ve said it, sister! You’ve done your rebellious best with an ‘orrible buncha words, and I salute you.
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“They dare to cheer” — I quite like that. The image is splendid, too.
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A delightful write! Sometimes the words create for us and sometimes we are left on our own.
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