At dusk we met online,
our link a chain of poems each week;
the idea to empty essentials one after another
like a word association game.
From all around the globe we sat,
hands on keyboards, pencils near-
a moment in time, a union in cyberspace;
our dear operator a yellow rose with a patient heart.
The time approached,
we sat prepared to shoot off words in unison.
A sudden rain with sporadic drops from everywhere
splat, FORGIVEN
each thread a trace of chaos,
a recipe for ADD/ADHD,
a race to keep up,
a bond with poets on the fence of laughter
as spontaneous as the raindrops, the words,
the camaraderie on a Friday night when poets joined to play.
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Prompt inspiration: The Sunday Whirl #71-
dusk, link, trace, empty, essentials, rose,
pencils, fence, chain, recipe, forgiven, operator
21 comments:
Hooray! I love this piece, Laurie. It shall forever live in the corridors of my heart, along with the evening you've captured so beautifully. Thank you for the yellow rose. :)
I really love the last three lines, it has me hooting already for the next time. LoL
You did justice with the words ... well written :-)
I love it, Laurie! You have immortalized Friday night with your poem! Very fitting! Bravo!
Fun tribute to what sounds like an interesting process! Thanks to all for coming up with the words!
I laughed at this, Laurie. I was only at the meeting for a short time. Couldn't figure out the train of thought...I do think a chat room would work a bit better. But you captured the 'flavor' of what I experienced while present.
Wonderful, Laurie! You certainly captured the essence of the Friday night word-gathering fun here.
Wonderful! I loved what you wrote.
"A sudden rain with sporadic drops from everywhere
splat, FORGIVEN
each thread a trace of chaos,
a recipe for ADD/ADHD,
a race to keep up,
a bond with poets on the fence of laughter"
Ah--I want to try it in actuality rather than just in metaphor, maybe. You make it sound vital. Where's the hangout this Friday? Oh, it's just a poem?
It sounds as if you all had a blast. If it was anything like the email stampede a few weeks ago I can well imagine the laughter. What a wonderful poem to recall it all Laurie. Isn't it fabulous when we can connect like that in an instant from all over the world.
Laurie, I love this! Yes, it is an evening I will never forget. Those last three lines tie the poem up beautifully. Thanks for writing this. My poor husband was patiently waiting for me to get off the computer, we had some place we needed to be, and our fun made us a trifle late ;)
Here's to the next time.
Pamela
this is the first post that was cheerful and fun....that game sounds like a giggle.....what's it called and how does one look in, or join?
Sounds like a bit of poetic riot, loads of fun with sudden connections made round the world. Thanks for sharing the experience, you have definitely whetted many appetites,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/loosely-knit/
Okay, you guys had way too much fun Friday night!
Put a smile on my face. Looks like Friday night has been enshrined in a poem, so memorable!
Beautifully put Laurie - this is pretty much how it went alright ... so much fun. Glad several thought to immortalize the eve ... this is grand.
http://seingrahamsays.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/shifting-colours/
Lovely, excellent, love the camaraderie that is this poetry wordl/world to which I am recently introduced.
Lovely, excellent, love the camaraderie that is this poetry wordl/world to which I am recently introduced.
You caught the sporadic and frenetic, or was it frantic attempts at staying in the right conversation. It reminded me more of toddlers at daycare. So many fits and starts. Delightful capture of the evening.
I feel like I was there - a delightful read!
Funny and flowing, a wonderful way to share the process and to write the wordle.
Laurie, I feel bad, I missed the festivities. Reminds me of The Teddy Bears' Picnic! Great use of the Wordle and just all around fun to read. Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/28/bad-boyfriends/
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