Quick note: To save my sanity (or what’s left) while I’m trying out running a Poem-a-Day prompt site, I’ll be blogging from Miz Quickly’s Prompt Response through the end of April. If you get snarky notes on your posts from be.quik, they’re just my usual discombobulations.
For anyone who’s interested in the prompts, the site is up with some warm-ups. Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry Month Stop by and take a look. The more eyes to catch my foul-ups, the better.
I haven’t tried my own prompts yet, so I’ll likely be swearing at myself along with anyone who comes to play.
For what are likely to be more mature prompts, I’ll also be following Joseph’s April dailies at Naming Constellations.
So much for the message from our sponsor, on to the Wordle.
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From Brenda at The Sunday Whirl, the words are:
peak, powders, lost, calls, locks, pit,
moon, staff, stone, after, written, petals
Like the Ruins of a Great Road
twin ruts run
from the peaks of compassion and reason
to the pit of pandemonium
and every milestone
another door with twenty locks,
another cross, always with plastic forget-me-nots
another year, written and gone:
a lost, blind prophet,
eyes reflecting the afternoon moon
calls to the road in a language
the staff with their juices, the powers that be,
the gods
can’t understand
a mumble in tongues like petals on the ground.
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