I love the worlde prompts, so today I wrote a poem in answer to the latest Sunday Whirl post, appearing as Wordle 673. Because I also love following the pensitivity101’s blog, I included the three words prompted at their site and called TTC #M833. When writing to wordles, I usually start with one or two of the given words and then simply try to follow wherever they take me. With most wordles, I can see a pattern and closeness in the words’ semantics, but at times I attempt a different angle. That is why these poems are not always my best. Still, I love the process of letting your key words do the lead. The result is below, and I see this as a mightily confused narration.
Am I Confused?
“It’s always unwise to jump
to conclusions,” she pushed the door.
“It’s also bad to spit lies like fire,” I pulled
away from her.
A plague that lashes every time her
secret arrows at me.
Closing my eyes, my head in a wet towel,
I shoved the empty plate to the corner
of my dream.
Glimpses of my past flickered,
while I caught my breath.
Who was she? I was alone.
Myself, the towel and the plate.
No door, no bed and no one else.
© 2024, soulmary
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Thanks for including the 3TC. I thought it came together OK actually!
Thank you!
Great write, Mary!
Thanks!
Very nicely done, Mary.
You knitted those prompts perfectly.
You are so nice, Mason! Thank you for your nice words!