SoporLost in the limbs of knowing
Not a curious entity
I ponder the palpable paper
Staring at the threads of ink
Linking the letters
Languishing my muse
Anxious for the guiding whispers
Sopor, an unknown residual
Requisitioned during a
Daily scrabble exercise
Reconciled to be used
But how?
When my voice of reason
Is Sopor!
This was a difficult task. Several days I stared at the paper with my word staring back in a duel of fisticuffs. First I tried vehemently to do a play on words. Trite was the conclusion! In desperation I did the unspeakable; I cheated and read the definition! After much frustration, this is my attempt at Poetry Thursday!
6 comments:
giggles,
I too had the hardest time with this prompt. Not that I couldn't find a word/s that i didn't know the meaning of, but in refraining from looking at the definiton. I did however overcome my inclination to fudge a bit and risked embarrassing myslf by appearing foolish. Not that I haven't done that before!
Anyway: you've expressed this conundrum in scrabbling good fashion. ;-)
rel
I have not looked up the definition of 'sopor'. From your poetic description it sounds like something to do with sloth or tiredness, lack of ideas etc. I will go and look the word up now. :p
Interesting poem. It reads well. Good effort.
Well done, giggles... it's really just perfect- the lines like "Lost in the limbs of knowing" and "Languishing my muse"- gosh, they are just so brilliant...
And BTW- I love the Imogen Heap song playing on your site while I read the poem... somehow it just all fit so well...
Sopor is super.
Words in fluid
Motion through the eye
The mind translates
Twists
Picks
Circles the area
and lights on
an interpretation
of words.
(P.s. I posted my first try - she is now an ATC).... tee hee.... go look. It is all your fault. Thanks.
Staring at the threads of ink
Linking the letters
Languishing my muse
Anxious for the guiding whispers
Sopor, an unknown residual..
I identify with this feeling. Infact I posted one from my archives which fits here.
I will write one but nothing comes now.
I like all the phrasing that accompanies "requisitioned" and "residual" and "reconciled," all languid with those "r" and "d" sounds. So earful.
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