Tag Archives: Wordle

by

Untitled 8-20-09

I wrote this for Read Write Poem Prompt #88: Fresh From the Wordle bank (which was an interesting birthday gift of sorts from RWP and the Universe, I think). I got a bit of inspiration this morning and worked some of the words into this piece. I think Kinnell has left his stamp on me and this poem is about — guess what — nightmares again. So for your enjoyment, fresh off the pen, is this yet-to-be-titled piece. Enjoy.

-Nicole

——————————————

The breeze blows through the
window, billows the curtains, flies those
gentle blue flags on worn steel rods, and then blows
down the coastline of your back. Somewhere,
a river comes undone
and hurls itself to Earth in tiny, shattered pieces
beyond our bedroom window. Dreams
Continue reading →

by

Alive

This was written for two reasons: first for Read Write Prompt #83 (a Wordle prompt), and secondly, this is a modification of a piece I wrote for a creative writing class I am currently taking. We were asked to write with synethesia in mind. I hope you enjoy.

-Nicole

—————————
The cardinal outside my window sings in
tones of honey – pure gold, translucent
butterscotch, and dark amber. He
is perched

on a limb somewhere in a
pre-dawn cotton fog that has
stopped being Kali but has not quite yet
turned into Lakshmi – and it
declares her insolence
Continue reading →

by

On An Average Afternoon On North High Street in Columbus, Ohio

I wrote this for Read Write Prompt #79 (also Read Write Word #18), and as you can guess while reading this, it was just as much for me to write as it probably will be for you to read it. Enjoy. (Oh yeah, I encourage you to click on the links too — your choice of during or after your read.)

-Nicole

———————————

the bellydancing gorilla
at the corner of Twelfth and High
alternates between
large, gentle shimmies erupting from
chocolate-covered chunked mountain
muscle and
Continue reading →

by

Pebbles

This was written for Read Write Word # 17. I have to admit, this gave me a bit of a workout in the vocabulary department. This poem is a little less coherent and more of a “stream of consciousness” poem. What does it look like to you? Let me know – and enjoy.

-Nicole

—————————-

saturnine glances
from heavy-lidded eyes

an empty room
no windows

thoughts veer off
a paved desert road
collide with walls
Continue reading →

by

Asphalt

This was written for two Read Write Poem Prompts this week – Read Write Word # 16 and Read Write Prompt # 74: Hyperlink Your Poetry. I used some of the words in the first prompt and added hyperlinks to some pictures, Wikipedia entries, and other kinds of content for selected words (hence why this is also for the second prompt). Please, look at the links — and feel free to comment and let me know how well (or not) this worked. And as always, enjoy.

-Nicole

——————————————-
I wonder what this land was before
we carved asphalt lines into Mother Earth’s
face. If I tilt my head and look outside
my window to the green beside
this roadway, I can still see the land

sloping

down. I can see
Continue reading →

by

The Poet

This poem was written using words from Read Write Word prompt #11. Enjoy.

-Nicole
——————————————–

You set a book to my ribs.
Night after night I unclasp it
at the mirror’s edge

alphabets flicker and soar.
Write in the light
of all the languages
you know the earth contains,
you murmur in my ear.
This is pure transport.
                     – Meena Alexander

He reads lines. He reads lines pressed into
his heart from a book pressed into his chest,
the pages filled with magic molded with his
bare hands from tumbling, lucid, luscious words
a long time ago. His book, his lines – but he’d
lost his words when they tumbled out to sea.
He had chased them down, but they had looked back,
Continue reading →

by

Five Haiku for Grief

This chained haiku, though written a little late (due to a wicked case of writer’s block the last couple of weeks) was written for Read Write Word Prompt #7. Enjoy.

-Nicole

——————————————————–

signatures of death:
mirrors turn their reflective
faces to the walls

roses become allies
crimson, lie as sentinels
upon your still chest

blood under your skin
withdrawn into silence – I
speak in tongues of grief

while you wear mists of
the eternal, ancient lake,
I am wearing black

memories yield to
alchemy – reassemble,
and they become you

Written 1/13/09
© 2009 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Stumble It!