FOR WE WRITE POEMS
Nicole Nicholson brings us this week’s prompt, which is to Wordle yourself. She says,
“For this week’s prompt, we’re going to do a little something interesting. You’ll make your own Wordle from one (or more) of your own poems, and then write a new poem out of the resulting Wordle.
Here’s how it works:
Step 1. Visit http://www.wordle.net/ and click on the “Create your own” link near the top left of the page.
Step 2. Paste the text of one of your poems into the first text box at the top of the “Create” page.. If your poems tend to be under ten lines or if you wrote a bunch of really rockin’ short form poetry (like haiku, haynaku, lunes, or tanka) then you can use several of those poems for this exercise.
Step 3. Click the “Go” button right below the text box. You will be taken to the resulting page where your brand new Wordle will appear! (Note: you can monkey around with the color, font, and layout as you like using the menu options shown above your brand new Wordle.)
Step 4. Write down between six and twelve of the largest words in your Wordle and use those words to write a brand new poem.
Here’s an example of a Wordle that I did this with my poem, Backwards. You’ll have to come back Wednesday for the Post Your Poems post to see my resulting poem.
If you can’t do the Wordle for technical reasons, then here’s another way to approach the prompt: take a poem (or two, or five) of your own and pick out between six and twelve of your most frequently used words, and then write a new poem.
Feel free to post your Wordle image with your poems. And have fun with the prompt this week!”
Wordle from this post
You moved in circles populated by important men
To centre your attention on your own self-serving needs
Conflicting images, provoked by indirect, free thought
Compel you to explore the words that issued from your lips
As ready as you’d ever be to face up to your flaws
Your weaknesses exposed, revealed the depth of your self-doubt
Decreasing popularity, a rapid fall from grace
A half-truth half uncovered and a hasty exit made
The tightly-woven web of lies surrounding your affairs
Displayed a calm exterior; concealed a troubled mind
Unguarded overnight, the rusted gateway to your past
Saw souls forgotten breach the threshold; dominate your dreams
By morning light, decaying fibres frayed, dissolved to dust
A solitary strand survived intact; remained untouched