The shocked aftermath of everything that hasn’t happened yet
forms a vague knot around my solar plexus
boring tunnels that transfer my attention
to improbable possibilities—
mental guests that augment doubt.
Whispered self-sabotage furiously flutters
its stigmata on my palms,
itching for detours that force debate over my value
while I open and close Pandora’s box
with a creaking slide of its slab.
Brenda Warren 2013
Process Notes: Miz Quickly provided us with a wordle today that fed this persona piece.
Click on the wordle or the 24 to go to Quickly’s place to see what other folks did with the words.
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/A clever twist on the wordle words. For pretty well the first time ever, I was unable to post what I wrote with these words, so the success of your poem aroused my heartfelt admiration!
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Thank you, Viv. I was happy for a wordle last night.
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How about Poet’s April Persona? Or, Half Mad Poet? Or, It Couldn’t Have Been Me! Joking of course, but several days the prompts have certainly been a Pandora’s box. I really like where you took this Brenda. What feeds doubt certainly feels exactly as you describe it. It’s almost over, whew!
Elizabeth
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Hee he! I went with Pandora’s Box. So glad the month is almost over, though connecting with you all fills me up. Thanks for being here overwhelming with me. 😉
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Brenda, I really enjoyed where the words took you.”Pandora’s box” indeed. I always love to see where people go with the words. I have read about eggs, a car accident nightmare and now I am off to see what else while the señorita dances on the beach 🙂 And you said I am NOT crazy 🙂
Pamela
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Well….
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