If the Eiffel tower is viewed from below on a gloomy day
then I’d rather be looking at the Taj Mahal,
but if blind we cannot see the cobwebs.
It’s a feeble influence felt between fingertips smooth or rough
that makes me laugh at dandelions in the yard.
Detecting what is essential to embrace my sensibilities,
so as not to lose my corrugated mind in flurry without words.
Collection of phrases in my shirt pocket along with ash
haven’t yet made a journey for their destiny.
Scrambling triumphs are turns around
pages of dreamy thoughts that hum when words keep
pushing and shoving like a street brawl I haven’t witnessed yet.
then I’d rather be looking at the Taj Mahal,
but if blind we cannot see the cobwebs.
It’s a feeble influence felt between fingertips smooth or rough
that makes me laugh at dandelions in the yard.
Detecting what is essential to embrace my sensibilities,
so as not to lose my corrugated mind in flurry without words.
Collection of phrases in my shirt pocket along with ash
haven’t yet made a journey for their destiny.
Scrambling triumphs are turns around
pages of dreamy thoughts that hum when words keep
pushing and shoving like a street brawl I haven’t witnessed yet.
Thanks for the wordle Brenda!
* used all except: hovels
Pages of dreamy thoughts that hum... wonderful freeform on the Wordle, Pamela. This was a truly enjoyable, freeing read.
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Pamela, I am in awe. Your final two lines are my favourites.
ReplyDeleteYou go to so many places with this to bring the words together into a compact, well written piece.
ReplyDeleteSome amazing juxtapositions.
ReplyDeleteCorrugated cobwebs, Batman! This is good poetry! Even people who live in hovels will love it!
ReplyDeleteI like this line:
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Well executed wordle...you whirdled round the world! ~Brenda
ReplyDeleteI LOVE what you've done with Brenda's wordle prompt! "Corrugated mind, Scrambling triumphs, dreamy thoughts that hum." So many wonderful images. This is a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done! I like the way you put this together, maybe you could use 'Hovels' in the title.
ReplyDeleteAmy, thanks.
ReplyDeleteWell, I am flattered, Viv.
ReplyDeleteThanks Stan:)
ReplyDeleteYou are too kind, Dave.
ReplyDeleteDo you think so, Ron, ha ha ha!
ReplyDeleteNot sure where that came from, Tilly, I rarely wear shirts with pockets:)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompt, girl:)
ReplyDeletecorrugated mind? I have no idea how that came to me, Marianne.
ReplyDeleteThat's an idea, Andy:)
ReplyDeleteI love the image of your shirt pocket filled with words and phrases.
ReplyDeletePamela - you are amazing! I think this just may be my favorite poem of yours to date! It just resonates! The first two lines pulled me in and the final two were just brilliant.
ReplyDeleteWhere DO you get your ideas?
Thanks Linda:)
ReplyDeleteI might ask you the same exact question, RJ, for me it is mostly what I have read, i.e. books, newspaper articles, some images I notice in my daily routine ... conversations I have and as in the case of this poem, I haven't a clue:)
ReplyDeleteI don't know what list of words you were given, but I never would have guessed this was a word list poem. It's a fantastic write, and I love the opening especially.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delicious poem, Pamela! Love the way you incorporated al the words.
ReplyDeleteThe wordle list is above the poem, Gloria and thank you.
ReplyDeleteDelicious, oh my, thanks Mary.
ReplyDeleteLove the last three lines! Very lyrical.
ReplyDeleteThanks Twitches and I loved your broken window poem:)
ReplyDeleteI like that "collection of phrases in my shirt pocket" that haven't made their journey yet. Words waiting to be written in a poem. And I really like that juxtaposition in the last lines of the "dreamy thoughts" and the words "pushing and shoving".
ReplyDeleteWordles will do that to a person, Mr. Walker:)
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