1. Spade 2. Sail 3. Kite 4. Anodyne (pain-killer) 5. Waif 6. Percussive (shocked, appalling) 7. Skein (tangle, flock) 8. Flimsy 9. Zero 10. Magnify 11. Powder 12. Awry
The waif plays on the wharf
Setting to sail her merry kite,
As the her grandmother watches on,
Untangling the skein of yarn.
What better anodyne
Than a peaceful loving scene
To free my mind of horror
Of a world that’s gone awry?
Yet the scene like a percussive negation
Magnifies the pain inside my mind
These flimsy views of innocence
Are a spade that digs a darker tomb.
I smell the smell of gun powder
I hear the cries of children injured
Clapping my hands to my ears
I cannot silence the world.
(C) G.s.k. ’14
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Very good, but disturbing….
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Thanks … I think …I must be going through a phase.
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Outstanding Georgia powerful poem and excellent use of the words
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Thanks … your words were inspiring as always!
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If only we could silence the world sometimes …
You write with these wordles so well!
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Love new vocabulary … you know, Michelangelo once said that a piece of stone was a statue not yet discovered (or something of the sort) to me wordles are just a story or poem waiting to be woven.
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That’s a great way to look at them!
Some day I’ll get back into them … it’s just that I was suffering from prompt overload and had to narrow things down a bit.
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know what you mean about that … I’ve been doing a lot of prompts myself lately. Though I’ve cut back some …
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