(an American sentence poem)
..
Trite miles past,
our spirit words cast
spell, aim, sigh,
scorch mind, chime,
…………..maybe land.
.
wordled.
(an American sentence poem)
..
Trite miles past,
our spirit words cast
spell, aim, sigh,
scorch mind, chime,
…………..maybe land.
.
wordled.
Wow! In so few words and you nailed it =)
I got this Wordle challenge from the Sunday Whirl I am going back through the old challenges and doing them because well I love wordles haha I host a Wordle Challenge at MLMM but I don’t host at The Sunday Whirl
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
Keep sharing with me if you do more of them though =) I want to try to do them all and there are a lot so it will keep me busy
Yes, so sorry for the mislabel. I realized it as soon as it posted, and fixed the link right away. 😉 I forgot who I was wordlin’ for. Thanks for the kind words.
I understand I have almost posted my poems to my prompt site because the names are close lol
LOVE
Especially the “word sled” in the title, these two lines together: “our spirit words cast
spell, aim, sigh,” and this line on its own: “scorch mind, chime.”
I knew you would catch “word sled.” heehee.
Scorch mind, sigh/maybe land. You are amazing! Wordles speak to the wordplay inside us, and this one, this handful of words out of which you conjure sense, tells us what a marvelous poet you are, De. Thanks so much for the link, too. Amy
PS the title blew me away. Again, it’s seeing the bones of language.
Thanks, Amy!
I could read this one while staring up at the clouds. I love its rhythm. “maybe land” — just maybe.