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
Gillena,
ReplyDeleteyou 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
I like the ending and the image it creates. Thanks for visiting my blog.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, I love trains and winds and so many beautiful words that you share every day and make it into a story
ReplyDeleteAdelaide, keep at it
ReplyDeleteSeems 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...
Thank you Lorraine; glad you stopped by
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Carol thank you for your appreciation; glad you dropped in
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Nicely penned, Gillena. Beautiful bees, let's hope they survive the onslaught of pesticide that has been decimating their population. Your images are gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteThank you Brenda , glad you stopped by
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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/
ReplyDeleteHi Gillena,
ReplyDeleteI 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
Published in Geneza visurilor: Antologie internatională de poezie 2014
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