Ghosts – elusive seeds elicit mercurial thread that slips through crevices of convoluted gray, dissipating droplets into remote regions. reflective and inaccessible, pearls below
the surface, evading probes—they curl, squandering secrets, keeping my thoughts to themselves.
Brenda Warren 2013
Process Notes:
Day 20: Miz Quickly asked for a prose poem with precise word choice, and the folks at NaPo provided a list of words, from which we were to select five. I used ghost, elusive, mercurial, curl, and squander.
undercaws 
Reminds me of caverns. Like Carlsbad…and the slow drip of water – the tours through the caves ghostly lit… and sacred pools that have never seen the light of day.
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Like this a lot Brenda, I’m still struggling with the wordle words and come here, where you offer such a feast. Thank you,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/20/a-found-prose-poem/
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Well done, Brenda. I love “keeping my thoughts to themselves.” so much in that.
Pamela
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There’s a remote region very close to me that could do with brushing past that mercurial thread…
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Gorgeous, descriptive writing, Brenda! This is a stunner!!!
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