An extra post this week, as I managed a wordle in response to Brenda’s words, which she pulled from “One Day You Wake Up,” by Ann Hunkins. You can find a link to the poem, as well as the responses of others if you head on over to The Sunday Whirl.
with greedy fire’s flame,
shocks the land
and forest, serenity
flash frozen, until
skin, fresh born
trample, dig, plough, seed and plant,
green the earth’s new skin.
Process: I gave myself a little extra hair pulling by deciding to write my first shadormas [I don’t know. It seemed a good idea at the time.]. The decision to write a poem based on syllable count, can be tricky. It’s harder to get around a syllable count. I do have a couple of words that are shady. You would all have laughed if you could have seen me mouthing the words to see whether my mouth changed shape, and whether a two-syllable word might squeeze in as one. Perhaps a week when we have two four syllable words is not the best time to decide to try shadormas.
Have a good day, whether writing, or not.