After a spell of
Too many leavings
The robust soul ,
Where joy once flourished,
Has since fizzled
Into nights fetal-curled
In piteous tears.
A melody born of
A now insular life
Headlights
A cryophilic heart
One as fine,
Yet as brittle as china
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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #136 “January 2nd, 2016”
Leavings, Insular, Cryophilic, Melody, Radio, Fetal, Pity, China, Headlights, Promontory, Spell, Fizzle
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem. The words can appear in an alternate form, in any order that you like.
dVerse Quadrilee #23 : Curl
The rules are easy. Write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title), using the word curl in any form.
Love the last two lines.
night foetal curled… great image there.
Wow, this was a challenge indeed… but what a dark way to spend your life…
Well done and excellent use of the wordle…
This is fantastic. Love how you’ve merged two prompts into one.
After a spell of
Too many leavings…
This opener is just stunning. Love.
“…nights fetal curled….’ a sad image you’ve provoked here.
You did an amazing job combining the two poems, and using the words to create a strong and overpowering feeling.
Wow!! You combined those two prompts with such ease and flair 😀 Kudos ❤️
Brittle as china, I like the sad bitter ending ~
Loss can make what once was robust weak.
Great response to a complex challenge
Oh, how sad. Sounds final!