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This is a beautiful use of the wordle.
Thanks, Nathan.
I think this is my favourite use of ‘eight track’ so far. Beautifully crafted.
Thank you Joanne. Funny you should zero in on that; it’s one of the bits that came to me right away. The rest of the poem branched out from there.
You did a great job with this, seems very autobiographical…yurt living, huh? Who’d a thunk it! I also agree that you had the best use for 8-track. I myself could not fit that puppy in anywhere…
Yeah, 8-tracks are kind of like that. The poem is autobiographical. Thanks for your comment, Cynthia
‘And yesterday?
Hard to tell
what would come
of the bustle,
the tools
flung around
our bed.’
I love the mention of the things strewn around the bed – since the rest of the piece shows the practical ways those we love take care of us…
Thanks djvorreyer. I was hoping that part would make sense.
This poem has a special significance for me as I lived alternately
(cheated with lots of city breaks) for almost twenty years. I remember those first years vividly.They were challenging but exciting.I love your reference to being a recovering academic…Enjoy!
Rallentanda – Twenty years: I’m impressed. We have our ways of cheating too (e.g., winters in the city for now). Thanks for the comments.
Yes, a very personal story. Great that the prompt words sparked your poem to life!
Derrick – I love how random words take me to unexpected places.
Fascinating. Utterly fascinating. Not only was it a lovely piece of writing (living amidst poetry), but I learned a few things as well.
Not just a nice poem, but time well spent. Thank you!
Thanks, Mark. Yes, although I get impatient sometimes, it is all time well spent.
Your last answer is the reason I do so many prompts. Those unexpected places are inspiring.
You did a great job here.
Thanks, Anthony. I especially enjoy where the wordles take me.
Beautiful ode to electricity, Liz. I like that you begin and end with the ‘on, off, on’ ..
Thanks Irene. Great to be sharing poems with you again.
How did I miss this the first time through? Love the story as well as the poem. The prompt’s invisible.
I agree with all compliments above! I love how you began (title) and also ended the poem with a prompt word. The title works two ways — it’s a kind of “ode” maybe? An ode to a loved one?
Yes, Therese. I did intend it as an ode. It was originally a sneaky way of working in “Diode” but then I read about what diodes do in electrical circuits: act as a check valve to keep electricity flowing in a certain direction. I don’t truly understand that, but I liked the metaphor in it and in the hyphenated word too.