We Wordle #25


Oh hey, it’s me again.

And hey, another wordle. Ho hum? Nah.

List of words as picked by Sabra and she’s picked one word each from last week’s poems submitted as follows:

Viv: hall
Abby: holes
Barbara: sleeping
Hannah: spiral
Rosyln: moment
Anya: dismissed
Debi: looked
Jules: suits
Irene: pondered
Laura: veined
Pat: solace

Use these words to build your poem, ok? 11 words only. The return of sanity finally.

And for another building block for your poem, we need a theme, or a hook. And it’s this: the gaze of the other.

You know clarity often comes unexpectedly. I was reading Mark Doty’s dog memoir today and there’s this moment that came toward the end of the book, when he has a sick retriever at home and then had an encounter with a stray dog, a yellow-ochre cross breed, on a street in Mexico. The pawing of the hand, the surrender of the weight of her head in both his hands. It opened his heart. A heart that was walled up in despair. With that openness, that nakedness, it billowed open. He felt compassion, grief and sorrow for her lot. But not hopeless.

So it is that with every one of us, we can contain sorrow and we can contain joy.

Then comes this gem of a sentence: “How should we know ourselves, except in the clarifying mirror of some other gaze?”

Go forth, poets. How will you respond?


Prompt 219 The World Awakens

In Genesis, God spoke the world into existence. When we speak or write, something comes into being. It is a thing described that formerly has no substance. Something is being asserted.

This taking of shape happens slowly. Piecemeal.

“Day one divides the darkness from light, day two the “waters above” from the “waters below”, and day three the sea from the land. In each of the next three days these divisions are populated: day four populates the darkness and light with sun, moon and stars; day five populates seas and skies with fish and fowl; and finally land-based creatures and mankind populate the land.”

When the mind isn’t conscious, the world is nebulous. Often we find ourselves in a state of unconsciousness. The process of maturation begins when we see. We see when, for instance, someone tells us a missing piece of information, something we didn’t know or realise earlier, and then we’re able to piece together a story. There is power in speaking and writing.

In fact, it is necessary to speak, read and write, in order to awaken, to come into being, that which brings us closer to truth.

This morning, I read a line in a poem that seems to speak of this:

“There is something that waits inside us,
a nearness that fissures, that fishes.”
–Jane Hirschfield, “Of Yield and Abandon”

Much of the reward in speaking, reading and writing comes from breaking open a world never seen before in a new light. And in telling stories like this poem here.

Your prompt is to hold these thoughts and write.

We Wordle 24


Here’s another round of wickedly wily words for your pleasure … or frustration, in which case peruse the words and only use those that make your ink flow. These words are plucked from last week’s poetic prompt #218 “Time Travel”.

And Mr Linky has joined us, so rather than posting your link in the Comments field, please use Mr Linky to direct us to your poem. You may, of course, leave a comment and say hello if you wish!

The words and contributors are shown below:

Happy Notes: life doubt swings
Misky: legs stood crashing
Debi: fight mushroom fiery
Viv: sturdy stern strokes
Ron: nose found ear
Nicole: low asylum dust
Barbara: luxury alley chills
Irene: fishnet glassy rang
Roslyn: frayed wings clasped
Sabra: water roots froze
Jules: soap salt bread
Miss Stacy: turn white soap
Hannah: crisp air gone
C.C.  proud great claim
PuffOfSmoke: miles face mirror
Anya: fence drapes paper



Have fun, enjoy, and happy writing!

~ Misky


Prompt 218 – Time Travel

Hello Poets,

This week we will use our memory to time travel…all the way back to childhood.  Writing about a memory captures it, much like a photograph does; but words also capture emotion, mood, and more.  So, in a poem, embrace and share a snippet of the child you were.

This is Sabra, prompting for the first time. May your poeming be for joy and/or meaning. If you are new to Red Wolf Poems, welcome! If you are a regular, thank you! We look forward to reading your creative creations.

Build Community:
1.  Post your poem on your blog and include a link to Red Wolf Poems.
2.  Come back to Red Wolf and post a link to your blog under Leave a Reply.
3.  Visit the blogs of poets who time traveled with us.  Let them know you visited.