I cupped lush flowers that were passed
around the room.
My hand worn with callouses — time
I touch the roughness of the skin …
discoloured from now on.
Awake now —
Wander through clunks and clinks.
Like chains suspended from creaky rafters.
Putting us in jounces too small — contain.
Hung upside down in an ash-pit.
Forklifted to our destination.
Resurfaced only to realize,
the nib of the falcon has sent
you to the boiler to burn on open flames.
around the room.
My hand worn with callouses — time
I touch the roughness of the skin …
discoloured from now on.
Awake now —
Wander through clunks and clinks.
Like chains suspended from creaky rafters.
Putting us in jounces too small — contain.
Hung upside down in an ash-pit.
Forklifted to our destination.
Resurfaced only to realize,
the nib of the falcon has sent
you to the boiler to burn on open flames.
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hope you're looking at a grand weekend, turkey or no.
ReplyDeleteHmm. Interesting poem. That doesn't sound too pleasant a fate! What is a jounce?
ReplyDeleteYes, interesting and rather sad. I hope it's not autobiographical!
ReplyDeleteA very clever blending of the chosen words.
ReplyDelete"the nib of the falcon" is such a stark, dramatic image...hurling the poem to a burning crisis!
ReplyDeletethat poem sizzles. Good one.
ReplyDeleteThis is so well done!
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really like this a lot pamela... very visual places with movement... when i read the last line i could not help but to think of refiner's fire... fire burns out all the dross... but ohhh the sting...
ReplyDeleteThanks Barb. Same to you. No turkey, but we had a wonderful pot roast with carrots, yum!
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Viv,
ReplyDeleteNot a fate I want. It is a jolt or a bump, now looks like I need to re-work that line a bit, oops.
Pamela
Tilly,
ReplyDeleteNo, it is not. These words were difficult to work with.
Pamela
Thanks Rinkly.
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Thanks Greyscale.
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nan,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment.
Pamela
Thank you Gautami.
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pop,
ReplyDeleteThat is what I was thinking of while writing it.
Thanks.
Pamela
Pamela, these weren't easy words to work with, but I love the visual movement you portrayed and those last lines are fantastic,
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Elizabeth,
ReplyDeleteThanks and yes they were difficult.
Pamela
Interesting that the three prompts I've read so far all have something to do with aging (and mine, too) and the insights or emotions it carries. Might be the actual prompt words, or might be the time of year? Regardless, I like the movement and the sharp images here, and having to use the online dictionary for jounce just adds to my enjoyment. (I thought it was a building term, like joist)Good one.
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ReplyDeleteThese words were perplexing and when I wrote this it seems to have ended up more like a funeral and cremation. Happens to elderly and young. Thanks for the nice comment.
Pamela
Some skillfully tucked-away words here. And you even managed to ease 'forklifted' in gracefully! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dick, not easy words to wordle.
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A difficult wordle which you appear to use easily. Enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan, but it was not so easy.
ReplyDeleteThough I do love a challenge.
Pamela
Congratulations on making a poem that made sense from some non-poetic words (imho). I passed on this wordle, actually forgot about Big Tent this week. But I admire those, like you, who achieved success!
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ReplyDeleteThis has a surreal quality that I like a lot. The Wordle words so tricky this time... I'm admiring all of you who found a way to use "forklifted"!
Happy Thanksgiving. :)
Thanks Mary. Difficult words most definitely.
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Thanks Robin and Happy Thanksgiving to you!
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Very powerful conclusion.
ReplyDeleteThanks Elizabeth.
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I like the gritty quality of this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Deb. The words had a mind of their own.
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