A master of words and a need to create,
describes the man to a tee.
Any stretch of his imagination
becomes a march to places
that neither street car nor train can take him.
It makes him change his thinking,
bringing all calls to share his mind
an invitation to become faint of heart or die.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #100
That pull creates community. Thanks Walt….I’m so glad you write with us.
Like my home away from home, Brenda. Glad to be there.
I really like where the wordle words seem to be taking you each week – I see that you as I , find a different voice speaking – in your case tight and concise and packing a crisp powerful punch. Good “stuff.”
Thanks Pearl. We’ve both seemed to grow into our new expressiveness. Then again, we’ve always seemed to parallel each other; harmonizing in a way. Thanks for the kinds words and support.
How well you encapsulate the writers struggle to achieve powerful writing by subtlety. Well that is how I read it!
Thanks “Egg”. I think you read it right.
You have become a superb wordler, economical yet still poetic. And I also love your title!
Thanks Viv. From you that’s high praise. Poetry does have its allure, doesn’t it?
You can travel to just about anywhere with words… and take anyone you want…
That’s a gift we all share, Stan. Thanks.
It sounds so natural with these words… How come my mind went way off to … I don’t know where. Your poem just sounds so fit.
That’s why I love wordles – they simply take you anywhere. One just needs to follow.
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Thanks Mariya. I’m striving for a twelve word wordle poem. But I’ll settle for as tight as I can get.
Again, your succinctness impresses, Walt.
Thanks Laurie. Either my work is getting tighter, or I’m just running out of words. 😉
smiles…
I enjoy the sparseness of this. I like the words “A master of words and a need to create describes the man to a tee.”
Thank you Carol. I’m glad you liked it.
I think of you as a warm wall of words, Walt. Solid enough to lean against, but never too tall to block the view. You speak for all of us here, thank you,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/03/17/instruments-of-survival-ii/
Elizabeth, that is so nice of you to say. I’ll try to stay solid. I’m never too tall, so the view will remain unobstructed. Thank You.
Walt, I love the conciseness of your wordled poems. Good to have you with us.
Pamela
It’s great to be accepted, Pamela. I love these challenges. Thanks.
Like how you told the story of this man in few words and used all the wordle words. I look forward to future poetry.
I hope I don’t disappoint, Sabra! Thank you for your kind words.
Last line is solid! Loved the way it flowed.
Thanks for stopping Cara, and for the positive reinforcement.
Walt, I loved “places that neither street nor train can take him.” What an economy of words, while fulfilling the Baker’s Dozen. Fantastic. Peace, buddy, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/03/18/life-cycling/
Thanks Amy. I’ve been trying to simplify the work lately and the economy of words plays into that. Our imaginations go where they will no track, road or skylane can get us there. I appreciate you comments and friendship. Peace to you.
So compact and tidy, and yet chucked full of Waltness!
Thanks Marilyn. Have you ever known me NOT to chuck my work full of Waltness? 😉
Ah to be a faint of heart or die. Well I’m more a silent screamer of late. Very good poem.
Although a silent screamer Cathy, your work is always heard. Glad you stopped by.
Oh, wow! You were right. Our poems are very similar. The longing to create is what gets me every time. Nothing makes it go away. No matter how much I write, or paint, or glue, it resurfaces and insinuates itself in my mind and in my limbs.
Yes indeed! We’re all stricken, Cheryl! 😉
True dat, my friend. Love it.
We’ve come through the ranks together. It’s the battle we wage for the cause of poetry! From PL to PL.
A call to arms? Protect, project, preserve.
Thanks for your visit to my wordle.
I enjoy you work and concept. Thanks for stopping here as well, Jules.
I leave writing behind only to have it call me back . I find those of you who persevere more faithfully so inspiring. Thanks for stopping by.. Funny thing is I re-wrote my wordle completely, I just could not leave it alone , nor could I find a place for the two words I left out,( create and share.)
On another note I was back in Buffalo From March 13- 18th. Lake Erie was throwing snow at me as I drove by on both traveling days. I thought of you when I saw Lake Erie from I-90. xo teri
I know, Teri. I always remind people of a blustery wind-bag! 😉 You re-work your words like an artist works a masterpiece. When it’s done and it feel right, you’ll know it. And it should call you back. You write well and your absence is noticeable. Thanks for stopping by.
Well put Walt – and succinct – how does one do that? My muse and I have been tussling lately and she’s a task-master of the long-form (which I’m sure will come as no surprise…) – this hit the spot.
http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/and-in-the-air/
Thank you so much, S.E. Succinct come from fitting as many words into one line. If the expression is there, it’s a good poem. Lately, my rambling poems lose their message. These speak for me. Thanks for your kind words.