Monday, April 16, 2012

an older wordle, 50?

I wish I could taste
and smell
the air on the point
of no return.
The sunshine on the narrows,
a trick of light
reflected on the rocks
creating shapes
and strings of thoughts
that paw their way
into my packed heart.

(trick,pack, point, whisper, smell, shape, shine, string, paw, taste. wish, pet.)

Sunday, April 15, 2012

A whirl with the sunday wordles

The sunday wordle encourages one to have a go.  Here's what I made from last week's selection, which was: mate, destiny, staggering, addiction, sorrows, buried, dusk, story, broken, marrow, songs, blood.

 The songs go deep
Into the marrow
Their rhythms
pulse like blood
The story, the history
Of sorrow.s
The Gaelic words
Are buried now
But occasionally
One rises up
Like an oyster catcher
At dusk
And I hear myself singing