Sunday Wordle #65
Grittled Words
Controversy flicks back and forth
Tension swells
Words spray
Hit the griddle
Spit and dance
Allowing gravity to take hold
One word misspoken
Will trigger controversy
Between friends
Each relishes the comfort
Of knowing
Plant the seed
Count the links of the chain
Humility allows concession
Words again chanted in refrain
No one claims perfection
*Note: I did not go back and check to see what was decided, but I chose griddle as my “wayward” word.
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So true, our words are our most powerful tool. We should choose them wisely.
Very nice wordle 🙂
grittle is a new word to me..I had an image of something being quick fried in the bottom of a pan (or griddle!)..spitting..spilling out into the room..maybe words can be like that..there was something very alliterative about your words too..jae..
Thanks for your comments, sweetheart! Did you read all the back and forth that went on over the words selected for the wordle? Made it all the more fun! Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Love the idea of words hitting a hot griddle, spitting and dancing…….awesome wordle, Annell.
Love how your piece reflects the email exhange of yesterday. Spot on again, lady. Think all the fun and laughter released a lot of energy that fueled more than a few of these poems. What you describe here is the ready response of a healthy community. We are blessed,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/unexpected-gifts/
What a clever poem, Annell! You have perfectly captured the fun some of us had commenting on grittle yesterday!
words are so powerful……sticks and stones and all that…..well done
Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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I am personally too well acquainted with the “one word misspoken”!
Gardener Grittle
Annell, I love the way you take us through the process of an aspect of relationships that we have all, probably, gone through, at least once. I absolutely love,
Words spray
Hit the griddle
Spit and dance
The imagery is visceral — griddle works so well, here.
You are so right. Those precious words misspoken… could we just be a little more careful? Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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So true….yes, sometimes it does only take ONE word. You wove the words well.
Annell, excellent use of the word “humility”, well-wordled.
Pamela
I like that your poem is about our email exchange.
Real friendships take work, but the grittle is what makes them real!
Thanks for your comment. Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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It’s quite fun watching this poem progress and build toward the end
Beautifully written…
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I like this! I’m not familiar with the Wordle challenge, can’t imagine liking this any more if I did. I looked at your poem/email this morning and realized there was no longer a need for me to alert you to ‘relishes.’
Enjoy your day, Annell