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.
mindlovemisery 
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.
I love the last two lines.
Thanks Sage!
Oh, I love your use of words!!
Thank you Sue XD
😀
Ha. Nice scene, and def some fun along the way.
Caught up in the propulsion.
Have a great weekend yves.
Haha thanks X I can’t always be heavy and dark
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
This reminds me of the recent road work that slowed traffic considerably people just become stupid
Your poem is so much fun.
Thanks!
This is lovely!
Thank you!
I LOVE IT!!
https://dimscribblesdiary.wordpress.com/2015/06/23/amazing-jovial-straw-men-for-mindlovemisery-wordle-163/