Thursday, June 06, 2013

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Back linking today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #111



Starched Can Cans


a bee
at the throat of a blossom...
sweet rapture

wind through praire sweeps
wild flowers this way that way

eager faces...
the excitement of children
running limbs carry

choo choo..
the train of thought
another busy day

each swirl nimble needle points
in hushed halls where vaults secure

they crave
the passion of
open fields

--gillena cox

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11 Comments:

Blogger Adelaide said...

Gillena,
you are so good at creating poems with the posted words. I've tried a few, but can't seem to get more than 3 or 4 .

Adelaide

6:01 PM  
Blogger Carol Steel said...

I like the ending and the image it creates. Thanks for visiting my blog.

7:04 PM  
Blogger Lorraine said...

Excellent, I love trains and winds and so many beautiful words that you share every day and make it into a story

3:00 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Adelaide, keep at it

Seems though for some reason this week's prompt was liked by many 'wordlers' from the comments i read at the 'Sunday Whirl'

Happy you stopped by

much love...

6:18 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Lorraine; glad you stopped by

much love...

6:19 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Carol thank you for your appreciation; glad you dropped in

much love...

6:20 AM  
Anonymous brenda w said...

Nicely penned, Gillena. Beautiful bees, let's hope they survive the onslaught of pesticide that has been decimating their population. Your images are gorgeous.

8:15 AM  
Blogger Gillena Cox said...

Thank you Brenda , glad you stopped by

Much love....

11:29 AM  
Anonymous Wabi Sabi said...

Oh this poem spoke to me on so many levels. I really enjoyed how you used the prompt words so sparely and yet the entire poem is lush and lovely! Thank you.http://wabisabipoet.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/flying/

3:38 PM  
Blogger Adelaide said...

Hi Gillena,

I used every word, but I had to use some twice in different haiku.

This is a good exercise.

Adelaide

prairie wind
the nimble swirl
of wild grass

prairie wind
my limbs crave
to vault ahead

wind blown grass
the rapture
of each swirl

words stuck in my throat
I crave being able
to vault obstacles

in the train of memory
I vault through halls
with nimble limbs

4:02 PM  
OpenID mindlovemisery said...

Oh wow fabulous =)

4:11 AM  

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