Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Read Write Poem Prompt #118














read write word #118: digging
March 12th, 2010
by Deb Scott

This week uses words offered by Barbara, Nicole, Marian V., Mark S. and Rallentanda

To write to this prompt, pick as many (or few) of these words as you want and write a poem using them. (And if these words don’t suit you, pick your own. Just write a poem, or two.

Enjoy the week’s words, no matter which ones you use.

So...here is my try...

Mirrored spuratic patches of growth along paths give life,
meaning to a cook passionately gathering fiddle head fern tips

Joy disembarks early morning furtive schedules, as mist rises,
fumbling stage-coach, off road, wheels crushing into uncertainty

glares are given by mistresses in disassembled turquoise gowns,
magenta hats with exotic feathers, costumes balancing cups

hot cocoa turned cold, held with delicate hands wearing
gloves coated with long night nonpareil pleasures- wasted talent

food engineers time on silly amusements for strumpets; delicate
butter, seasonings will turn foraged greens into savory moments

for kings, a masters most admired preoccupations, winning
job security in a days passing....

9 comments:

Toon said...

You're good at playing with words...the thought of having to write a poem makes me sweaty!

Jessie Carty said...

those prompts are quite entertaining. i actually used the wordle site once for a shape of a box video. fun to play with with your own writing to see how often you use certain words ;)

spiritsoflena said...

Great job! The third stanza is my favorite.

robkistner said...

This was a splendidly written piece, I enjoyed it...
...rob
Image & Verse

flaubert said...

Elizabeth,
Lovely job with this prompt! Thanks for sharing.
Pamela

gautami tripathy said...

You did well!

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Uma Gowrishankar said...

I like the way you have used the words, they seem to have a luscious quality in your poem.

Tumblewords: said...

Tasty piece - fascinating read.

Anonymous said...

yums...I like it and fiddle are wonderful...