La Gaudiere

rebellion

Maybe it was the summer heat

a perceptible shift from the mundane

maybe it was the summer heat

 

first attempts washed away the stain

a tentative push toward rebellion

a perceptible shift from the mundane

 

tired of leaning backwards, of the Machiavellian

a nudge to stiffen the spine and vent

a tentative push toward rebellion

 

partial became whole with each voice of dissent

even the timid found smiles as they set to oppose

a nudge to stiffen the spine and vent

 

A chorus of voices — oh, how it rose

collective power under that blazing sun

even the timid found smiles as they set to oppose

 

a spark to set that fire, not to be undone

collective power under that blazing sun

Maybe it was the summer heat

Maybe it was the summer heat

 

photo: Pixabay

 

prompt: Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie wordle #160

Advertisements

8 thoughts on “La Gaudiere

Add yours

  1. this is a great use of the wordle and uses the poetic form to great advantage – really flows well and with purposeful strength – like a slow build in resolve … wow!

    thanks for playing the wordle 🙂

    Like

Thank you for your comments.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Up ↑

Stories Served Around The Table

take a seat, eat something and join in

This is Another Story

About life, fantasy, and everything in between

NorCal Zen

Northern California. Mindfulness. Hiking. Horses. German Shepherds. Organic Gardening. Photography

Scratching the Surface

Author Thomas Fenske writes about things like cats & books & food but not shoes.

Coffee Beans & Writer Dreams

A verse of stories, short and long.

purplepeninportland

Sharing Poetry and Hugs

Daily Jewels by Jules

...rough cuts...

Eclectic Alli

A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl

Jone Rush MacCulloch

Deo Writer: Musings to Spark the Spirit

Whose Wine Is It Anyway?

Exploring life, love, lifting, and (almost) literally everything else, frequently aided by laughter and libations

BrewNSpew

Whimsical & Capricious Chatter

Rave Reviews By Nonnie Jules

Reviews Make an Author's World Go Round

daily writing prompts

Musings by MK Vecchitto

Daisy Smiley Face

It's my happy place.

Twyckenham Notes

poetry & art | South Bend, Indiana

Life in Portofino

Great poets live on the edge of sanity; mediocre ones reside in the suburbs.

heyannis

Common sense conversations, life lessons & stories, and a little fiction now and then

Stories Served Around The Table

take a seat, eat something and join in

This is Another Story

About life, fantasy, and everything in between

NorCal Zen

Northern California. Mindfulness. Hiking. Horses. German Shepherds. Organic Gardening. Photography

Scratching the Surface

Author Thomas Fenske writes about things like cats & books & food but not shoes.

Coffee Beans & Writer Dreams

A verse of stories, short and long.

purplepeninportland

Sharing Poetry and Hugs

Daily Jewels by Jules

...rough cuts...

Eclectic Alli

A bit of this, a bit of that, the meandering thoughts of a dreamer.

Putting My Feet in the Dirt

Thoughts and Perspectives From the Mind of a Common Girl

Jone Rush MacCulloch

Deo Writer: Musings to Spark the Spirit

Whose Wine Is It Anyway?

Exploring life, love, lifting, and (almost) literally everything else, frequently aided by laughter and libations

BrewNSpew

Whimsical & Capricious Chatter

Rave Reviews By Nonnie Jules

Reviews Make an Author's World Go Round

daily writing prompts

Musings by MK Vecchitto

Daisy Smiley Face

It's my happy place.

Twyckenham Notes

poetry & art | South Bend, Indiana

Life in Portofino

Great poets live on the edge of sanity; mediocre ones reside in the suburbs.

heyannis

Common sense conversations, life lessons & stories, and a little fiction now and then

%d bloggers like this: