Today, a Wordle is the NaPoWriMo Prompt from ReadWritePoem.
Yesterday’s “Flaw” poem included one of the wordle words in its final line, so I decided to use that line as the opening to today’s poem. Perhaps I will complete April’s poetry using the same tradition.
“Squall blows flaws south” was the cry of the
Wizened farm crow, watching Hank depart
The shout makes Maggie flinch, still dizzy
Even as the rust is all that’s left from
Last Summer’s tomorrow, her saffron
Tendrils reverberate with the fierce love
In the calloused hands of Hank, his
Body a lust emporium which
Caused her, always, to need a peppering of
Reality from Ma to wake her up
Nonetheless, Maggie watches and waits
“When will the squall blow Hank north?”
Unfathomable to everyone else
Salt fills her eyes
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Julie,
This too is a different style for you. I like it!
Pamela
Posted by: pamela | April 22, 2010 at 11:06 AM
his
Body a lust emporium?
Awesome stuff!
Posted by: Dan Rako | April 22, 2010 at 05:52 PM
I had to check the day 21 poem too, to see where the line came from. It was fascinating, I never knew that definition of the word "flaw" before. And I think you've done really well fitting the words in to today's poem - I love seeing what everyone had done with them
Posted by: Catherine | April 23, 2010 at 03:19 AM