Happy Monday, if Mondays can be so. I have a poem, of sorts, in response to Brenda’s offering of a baker’s dozen of words. To see the list visit, and while you are there, wander through the different takes.
Process: Not much. I scrambled the words until they made sense. Some wordles are like that.
According to Previous Sources
In Italy, hallways, rooms, walls
limit the joy inherent in the delivery
of song,
so they move singing out to
the unlimiting sky, out to open
water
where gondoliers rest their oars
to use the hand gestures that carry
the drama
of the words.
One drives,
the other
follows.
Have a good week, everybody.
vivinfrance
19/03/2012 at 9:38 am
Delicious, that you managed to take the Wordle words to Venice!
margo roby
19/03/2012 at 9:52 am
I don’t need much of an excuse, ViV!
Mary
19/03/2012 at 9:45 am
I like moving from the confined areas out to the water under the open sky, and I can picture the gondoliers and their hand gestures. Your wordle ‘flows’ well, and I definitely understand just playing with the words until they make sense. Some weeks it is easy, some weeks not.
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 3:12 pm
You have been unspammed, Mary. Don’t ask me why your comment was sent to languish there. I’m glad I checked.
I was having problems with the hallways and that’s the main reason I ended with the open and the gondoliers. The brain is a wondrous, if often irritating thing!
ladynimue
19/03/2012 at 10:09 am
Beautiful thought .. art must always happen in open
margo roby
19/03/2012 at 11:08 am
Thank you. I agree, Lady N.
ansuyo
19/03/2012 at 11:08 am
Nice!!
wordsandthoughtspjs
19/03/2012 at 12:20 pm
Delicately painted scene, Margo. I love it.
Pamela
margo roby
19/03/2012 at 3:51 pm
Something about Venice brings that out. Thank you, Pamela.
pmwanken
19/03/2012 at 7:53 pm
I enjoyed the trip!!
Sharon Ingraham
19/03/2012 at 8:15 pm
Ah … Italy for wordles … very nice. Truly.
brenda w
19/03/2012 at 8:19 pm
You have a good week, too, Margo. I’ve always wanted to visit Venice…and found myself there, briefly, through your words. Thanks!
JulesPaige
19/03/2012 at 8:45 pm
Brought me to that little town tourist Fugi (well I’m not sure of the spelling as it was years ago that I went with hubby) in Italy. The town on the hill had a small central open plaza and the rest was stone buildings and narrow stone stairs. That year the little water way at the base of the town was dry due to drought. Venice I’m sure is much different.
Nice little visit – thanks.
The Happy Amateur
19/03/2012 at 9:43 pm
I’d just love to go to Italy… Rome, Venice… I enjoyed your poem, filled with air and music!
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 7:41 am
Italy is one of my all-time favourite places to visit. I’ve been lucky, as I have been able to go several times over my life.
purplepeninportland
19/03/2012 at 11:22 pm
I envy your ability to use the words in such a beautiful but economical way.
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 7:42 am
It’s fun when it happens that way! Thank you.
Hannah Gosselin
19/03/2012 at 11:35 pm
I felt myself mentally following all of the movement herein. Great one, Margo!
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 7:43 am
Thank you
irene
20/03/2012 at 12:05 am
Margo, I found this poem totally delightful. Not to mention Venice.
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 7:43 am
Big grin, Irene.
Kelly
20/03/2012 at 10:00 am
Beautiful imagery, Margo. I especially like the second stanza.
margo roby
20/03/2012 at 10:41 am
Thank you, Kelly. The second one happened serendipitously: I listed seven wordle words in order for my first column, as I copied them, and that’s how they went into the poem, all together.
Marianne
20/03/2012 at 7:25 pm
Delicious use of the words, Margo! I have always wanted to visit Italy, especially since my son spent a semester in Florence!
Mariya Koleva
21/03/2012 at 5:51 am
You scrambled them very well and the result is really smart
margo roby
22/03/2012 at 8:56 am
Sorry for the late response. I took two days off and trying to find the comments I haven’t answered seems more of a challenge than usual! I appreciate your comment