Wordle #163

163

Paving stones

Undulate beneath

A jovial launch.

We collide slowly

In an open field,

Sturdy hearts victim

To a primordial chase.

Terrain, notwithstanding,

I wrestle your lean body

To the ground,

A blanket woven

Of countless filaments.

We play at games

Of flesh and metaphor,

Our frames fluid and scented

With the spice of propulsion.

*

A bit of silliness from me when I saw the words I just could not shake that classic and cliched scene of a young couple running slowly toward one another in an open field.

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18 responses to “Wordle #163

  1. I like these kinds. I have to wonder though, too – your word lists are in shapes of things and then sometimes random patterns – I wonder if that has an effect on what you write as well? Would this have had a different vibe for you, say if the worxs were arranged in the shape of a rabbit or bird or just jumbled together. Hmmm?

    • The Wordles I create do have shapes to them and I often base that on the feel of the words, on some kind of intangible conjuring. I can’t say specifically why I match a certain image to a certain list, it is intuitive. I imagine the shape does have a subliminal effect on those writing. If you see a dove and all the words are violent you might think lost innocence or what not.

  2. the
    ritual
    paving
    of
    the
    streets
    has
    begun

    the
    terrain
    is
    filled
    with
    potholes
    countless
    detours
    and
    orange
    cones

    the
    scent
    in
    the
    air
    is
    called
    Summer
    Tar

    oil
    and
    other
    fluid
    run
    from
    huge
    filthy
    trucks
    onto
    the
    pavement

    drivers
    no
    longer
    jovial
    sit
    trapped
    in
    their
    sturdy
    cars
    calculating
    the
    time
    it
    would
    take
    them
    to
    launch
    their
    automobiles
    over
    the
    barricades
    or
    chase
    each
    other
    through
    an
    open
    field

    they
    lean
    on
    their
    horns
    hoping
    that
    the
    noise
    will
    make
    things
    move
    faster

    but
    nothing
    moves
    because
    tempers
    and
    horns
    cannot
    propel
    a
    vehicle
    forward
    when
    there
    is
    no
    place
    for
    it
    to
    go

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