Hello. Having a good weekend? Wordling and preparing for Robert’s first poem-a-day prompt? I must remember I am going to try his other challenge.
Below is my response to Brenda’s word selection for this week. I was startled at the speed of this one. I read the words a couple of hours ago and they would not leave me alone, wretches. Visit The Sunday Whirl tomorrow to read other contributions.
Words Will Have Words
She had not wanted this poem,
still didn’t, fought its clichéd
sentiments until she gave in to
the incessant chatter of words.
Words can scent a poem, the mirage
taking shape, the smell of some
indiscernible end. They follow her,
a wolf pack on the trail of its prey.
They whisper and paw at her, whine
as she empties the dishwasher. She
can taste the words, chews on them
while putting on a load of laundry.
The words string her along, know
they can trick her, that at some
point she will have to sit and write,
the buzzing of words frantic
to spill out. The words want to primp
and preen, to strut their stuff and
have her pet them, lovingly shine
them, wish only for her attention.
Until Tuesday, all. Happy writing and good luck.