Wordzzle 102 - The mountains and the road
This is my contribution to this week's Wordzzle. Wordzzle is a game in which each week word lists, used to create stories, are given on the blog Views from Raven's Nest. Participating users post their stories on their own blogs.
This is my entry number 46, for Wordzzle week 102.
Ten Word Challenge:
sugar daddy,
page,
Copernicus,
liquid,
craggy,
trapezoid,
milquetoast,
blizzard,
food cream,
dental problems
The milquetoast ate a Sugar Daddy
And turned another page
Would craggy curves and trapezoids
Become all the rage?
Was Copernicus a good guy
Or a villain in his day?
With history's revisions
Will nothing ever stay?
Numbers fell in blizzards
And as liquids ran away
Is food cream the answer
Or just a step along the way?
Would dental problems be included?
He really couldn't say
So much still to study
And the test would be today!
Mini Challenge:
Hersey kisses,
pregnant,
scarring,
cadet,
grist mill
Grist for the grist mill
They stand at attention, then march along
Cadets without number
Though I suppose a number is recorded somewhere
I sit here, watching them on TV, eating Hersey kisses
Too many can make you look pregnant
But I'm not female, and never wanted to be a cadet anyway
And it hides the scarring of the mind
Mega challenge:
sugar daddy,
page,
Copernicus,
liquid,
craggy,
trapezoid,
milquetoast,
blizzard,
food cream,
dental problems
Hersey kisses,
pregnant,
scarring,
cadet,
grist mill
The land lay like liquid food cream
Under a strangely empty sky
The road disappears into a point
That I must travel by
Craggy mountains in the distance
blurring into haze
Took forever to come closer
Though I traveled all the day
Sodas caused dental problems
Or so the dentist said
So Sugar Daddies and Hersey kisses
Were what I had instead
Problems without answers
Occupied my mind
Pondering the mysteries
Finding what I'd find
Should milquetoasts be beaten into cadets
To make the world go round?
And would the world stop spinning
If no more cadets were found?
Should blizzards fall in summer
To cool the hottest days?
And if they did would we complain
And wish for the sun's rays?
If Copernicus looked through his telescope
And found scarring on the lens
Would he give up and walk away
Or start over again?
Pregnant pauses proliferate
And bring forth what they bring
But sometimes what they deliver
Is not much of anything
The grist mill grinds so slowly
And grinds so very fine
The particles like dust all float
And clutter up the mind
Pages dance and flutter in the wind
And decorate the day
Recording all that man has said
And all he couldn't say
Through trapezoidal glasses
The world looks clear again
It seems to keep on spinning
Without going round the bend
The mountains stand before me now
And seem to fill the sky
The road still disappears
And its end I cannot spy
No road leads up the mountains
None that I can see
There seems no way for me to cross
To get where I must be
I see the end ahead now
The road turns right for me
And I drive along it
Past where the mountains be
The mountains gradually lessen
And behind me all recede
And I go on without them
To the place where I must be
This is my entry number 46, for Wordzzle week 102.
Ten Word Challenge:
sugar daddy,
page,
Copernicus,
liquid,
craggy,
trapezoid,
milquetoast,
blizzard,
food cream,
dental problems
The milquetoast ate a Sugar Daddy
And turned another page
Would craggy curves and trapezoids
Become all the rage?
Was Copernicus a good guy
Or a villain in his day?
With history's revisions
Will nothing ever stay?
Numbers fell in blizzards
And as liquids ran away
Is food cream the answer
Or just a step along the way?
Would dental problems be included?
He really couldn't say
So much still to study
And the test would be today!
Mini Challenge:
Hersey kisses,
pregnant,
scarring,
cadet,
grist mill
Grist for the grist mill
They stand at attention, then march along
Cadets without number
Though I suppose a number is recorded somewhere
I sit here, watching them on TV, eating Hersey kisses
Too many can make you look pregnant
But I'm not female, and never wanted to be a cadet anyway
And it hides the scarring of the mind
Mega challenge:
sugar daddy,
page,
Copernicus,
liquid,
craggy,
trapezoid,
milquetoast,
blizzard,
food cream,
dental problems
Hersey kisses,
pregnant,
scarring,
cadet,
grist mill
The land lay like liquid food cream
Under a strangely empty sky
The road disappears into a point
That I must travel by
Craggy mountains in the distance
blurring into haze
Took forever to come closer
Though I traveled all the day
Sodas caused dental problems
Or so the dentist said
So Sugar Daddies and Hersey kisses
Were what I had instead
Problems without answers
Occupied my mind
Pondering the mysteries
Finding what I'd find
Should milquetoasts be beaten into cadets
To make the world go round?
And would the world stop spinning
If no more cadets were found?
Should blizzards fall in summer
To cool the hottest days?
And if they did would we complain
And wish for the sun's rays?
If Copernicus looked through his telescope
And found scarring on the lens
Would he give up and walk away
Or start over again?
Pregnant pauses proliferate
And bring forth what they bring
But sometimes what they deliver
Is not much of anything
The grist mill grinds so slowly
And grinds so very fine
The particles like dust all float
And clutter up the mind
Pages dance and flutter in the wind
And decorate the day
Recording all that man has said
And all he couldn't say
Through trapezoidal glasses
The world looks clear again
It seems to keep on spinning
Without going round the bend
The mountains stand before me now
And seem to fill the sky
The road still disappears
And its end I cannot spy
No road leads up the mountains
None that I can see
There seems no way for me to cross
To get where I must be
I see the end ahead now
The road turns right for me
And I drive along it
Past where the mountains be
The mountains gradually lessen
And behind me all recede
And I go on without them
To the place where I must be
posted by Stephen at 3/05/2010 11:57:00 PM
3 Comments:
Wow, your poems are really good this week. I like all the tumbing images and the final humour in the first one. Who hasn't felt like that before a test? Your middle, more sober and somewhat darker, was elegant and compact (feature I personally prize ina poem). And the road theme in the third was an excellent device for moving the the poem's 'landscape'.
There's no Wordzzle post from Raven this week (computer ills) but I have posted a Wordzzle. My Wordzzle is here.
Sorry I'm late visiting. Computer is ailing and though my friend spent hours working on it yesterday, it feels to me like it's still hanging on by a thread.
I agree with Argent. Your poems were wonderful. I especially liked the last one... and the phrase in your middle piece "scarring of the mind." My mind feels very scarred.
I hope you are feeling a bit better.
Hi Stephen, I was looking back through some of my old posts and saw your name. We're really missing your excellent contributions to the Wordzzle game - it seems to be just me and Raven these days. We'd love to have you back with us.
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