A blogger I follow, dare I say, a friend, and I have begun playing Words With Friends. We are pretty evenly matched. At the start of a recent game he suggested that we each create a found words poem from our efforts. What a great idea!
So here’s our completed game, and my poem follows. Please read my friend’s poem at https://aroilinpain.wordpress.com .
On the brink of goodbye
She tread cautiously Into his space
A cup of joe as a parting gift
But he was curled under quilts in the fetal position
Claiming a pang in his wide open heart.
“You shrew,” he screamed, “You have no idea
How wide was my love for you. Woe is me!”
“Go ahead, throw darts,”she countered, “I can no longer feed your need for fame.”
In a dress of flawless moire, she addressed her ex with a shrug.
“This will make for dishy gossip via the neighborhood pipeline.”
“Just let me see, one more time, a glimpse of your areolas,” he said, “and I promise I’ll dig no more.”
“Aw, Ed,” she grimaced, “This is why we cannot relate.”
“Sh,” he cautioned in douce tones. “You are the nexus of my very being.”
Still, she placed her hand on the doorknob, “Once you were the tye to my tackle, the quahog of my pond. Now, you are just like a zit on a cob.”
Praying for Eyebrowz 