Words and the Man
The words lie pinned upon the sheet, mistress to his demands,
only brought into the light by his complicit hands.
They may want to wage battle or to stray off and meander,
but they have given power away to a new commander.
The glut of letters marches straight across the written page,
tip-toeing or stomping off in a pent-up rage.
They are but the eggs of thought contained within the shell,
but he knows how to scramble them. He’s learned the method well.
Words may portend the future or they may reflect the past.
He may hide them deep in steerage or fly them from the mast.
And whether it’s a novel, a poem or a song,
With words he weaves a cable to tow us all along.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
An interesting way to look at the ways of the writer, Well done, Judy.
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A woman can do the job equally well. 💖
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It was originally a woman, actually, but because mistress was one of the prompt words, I made the writer into a man.
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You’re so good at writing multi-prompt poems.
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I’m sorta addicted to it, Sadje..They are the new crossword puzzles or Sudoku!!!
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I can understand. I used to do it too but found that it was a bit stressful waiting for all the prompts and then writing. I write most of my posts the previous day.
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One prompt is always a lot later than the other three and the fifth is so late that I just always use the prompt from the day before so it is always available even by the midnight switchover.
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That’s a good strategy.
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How do you do this? It’s incredible.
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I think I am the medium. They just appear in my mind…lots of lines rejected, but the ones accepted are the ones you see.
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