I’m posting this early as I’ll be out karaoke-ing about the time the Northern hemisphere wakes up to Thursday.
This week’s wordle words comes from last Thursday’s Prompt #213 A Picture is Worth a Thousand (More or Less) Words. That’s our practice, our ritual. We pick three words from each poem submitted to prompt. Here’s the word list derived from the poems of poets who poemed with us last week. (note: can’t help noticing the plosives).
Barbara: docked, strip, used
Rick: brush, painter, palette
Misky: float, bricked, boat
Stimmyabby: hallucinations, crook, soda
Don: kill, edifice, dies
Jules: waterways, surface, otter
Irene: vision, art, foregrounding
Hannah: coil, spirals, ropes
Roslyn: roil, dissecting, truth
Sabra: murky, sparkling, curve
Bastet: Circe, wanton, wallow
There were 11 poems from which we created this list of 33 words. You don’t have to use all 33 words unless you’re an overachiever. You may change the form of the words at your will.
The thing about rituals is that they repeat. But then what happens after long repetition is that you kind of get bored so you want to change things up a little while keeping to the core. Otherwise it gets stale. On the other hand, who likes change? But, who likes staleness? Conundrum. Anyway, I’m harping on this angle because our sister journal, Red Wolf Journal Fall 2014 Issue 3’s theme is “Celebration and Ritual”.
Option: And so, here’s the Bonus part. Write a poem that talks about ritual. Maybe writing as a ritual. The words themselves kind of lend to this theme anyway, don’t they?
Poets, poem on. P..p..p…play!