The Bardess of Glascow has teased me again to adventure into my artistic side and play with my mind and produce some poetry using a set number of words. I thank you momus for bringing me back into the illusionary world ocassionally, and hopefully enliven it a little. I know spirit hasn’t really got the day off but just for once, I’m wagging school 😀
The Hydrogen Process of Life (Well I had to use the word somehow, a title will do)
The key to open that stone, built to cover a weeping heart
Spare fears for casual traffic, revolving for its part
Around the block, giving a souvenir to one and all
Chapped with pain and tears, that journey before a fall
And when that fever breaks, from that wall built within
A beggar no longer, only memories where you’ve been
Anyone keen to try their mind, go to a wordle as outlined here. http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/wordle-38-december-8-2014/
Use at least ten of the twelve words selected to create a poem or story.
stone
casual
spare
traffic
block
beggar
chapped
fever
key
hydrogen
revolving
souvenir
Healing Your Heart From Within 