Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Crunch of Mild Arrogance!

                                                                                    Attribution: Christopher Michel
Image: Dark Wet but a Calm Day (here)

We Write Wordle #6: 29 words  below
were used out of the 36 given

pulls nature’s edge door rises day
spikes crunch nests throw spirit escape
fall joy feeling years slept little
green pebble word oceans spell
fire spark wind limped voice sweet

Pulls at his conscience it is nature’s way
To keep one on edge and not to submit
As the sun rises the door opens the day
With spikes of reasons not to admit

Arguments to rebut against all the slick
Escape from their crunch of mild arrogance
In a spirit of joy rather than fall to their tricks
Never ever throw in the towel to succumb

For years they slept easy minding their nests
Feeling little green no more but just a pebble
In the ocean with no words to spell nor to guess
But a spark of fire at the forefront enabled

Limped in sweet tenderness a lone voice
Holds the flag high in the wind in all insistence
One can only admire the dogged foolhardiness
Standing up against the barrage of connivance

For Miskey's We Write Wordle #6 and
shared with d'Verse OpenLinkNight week #132


  1. Nature's weather never ceases to amaze me, well into last Autumn we had such hot and humid weather it was unbelievable, just a few months later we have the diverse cold, gale force winds and the heaviest of rain.
    Great verse with such imagination.

  2. No matter what comes, standing up to it can be good, but sometimes you do have to know when to back down

  3. Such a visual treat, Kay! Loved this.

  4. i dunno, you have to admire those willing to stand up regardless of what they are faced with...

  5. It is the spark of fire that begins the change. Nice one, Hank!

  6. sometimes one awakens from a sleep with a new view..interesting poem Hank..

  7. I can't believe I called you "Kay". Sorry Hank!

  8. Fall down 7 times, stand up the 8th. Resilience defines our strength.

  9. Nicely done. I like how you use the words from the wordle to weave such a rich poem.

  10. A nice mosaic of words, weaved into an appropriate message; one never knows how tall their own shadow is until they get off their knees & stand up.

  11. There may come a time when the body can no longer stand up, but the spirit is still doing so,


  12. "Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is still the truth", so said Gandhi. Sometimes, we pay dear prices for being the lone voice in the wilderness, and that comes to mind when I read your poem and see the courage of your characters in the words.