Bent to My Will
Sometimes I feel it’s absurd
how I imprison every word––
take it from its family
to serve me on bended knee,
do my bidding, tell my tale,
imprisoned here in each poem’s jail
‘til other writers come along
purloining words in book or song.
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge, the prompt is “Bend.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Words are at our command aren’t they. Funny to think of them being stolen away. I imagine crows, magpies, and owls in stealth mode…
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Ha.. I had to shorten that line to squeeze the words into the 44 limit..so was afraid it didn’t convey the whole meaning but looks like you got it.
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Poor little words getting squeezed in like that.
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You should see the ones that got away, Lisa!!!!
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I love this, Judy!✍🏻
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An original way to take the prompt
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Oh this is just brilliant Judy.
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That is a very biting, interesting angle…really like it very much…..
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Whhat an image!
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Funny! 😀 and well written as always, Judy! ❤
~David
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Brilliant take, Judy. I love the concept that we imprison the words in our poems.
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Poor little things.
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I love this take on the prompt. Well done poem.
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Brilliant Judy
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