The Sunday Whirl blog invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “wordle’s” 12 word.
This week’s words are:
wordle 85
A Manic Clash
An affair of days,
and days with-
out ends,
drivenwithout
nights,
waxing on andon,
hewn of de-
sire andmore sire and
moresire andmore,
in the sandon
thegrittycitystreetsanddirtyparksand
noisypolicestationsandhospitalsuntil
I am
forlorn;
I am de-
fused, and
you
find
me
on
the
cusp,
on the
fork
in
the
road,
on
the floor,
of
the
ward,
and asleep,
at
last.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
at last. yes. love this.
At last….
Thank you.
I had fun writing it.
Randy
That’s a rather final looking sleep.
I like the way the form fits the function.
Cheers!
JzB
sometimes, it is.
Most times, it is just the clock unwound
and the meds having taken the sufferer down.
form fits function
and factor in flow
I really like how you often create unusual structures in your writing, it adds another unexpected dimension.
Thanks.
I consider writing, an art form, and to be formed or cast like the actual physical act of creating art work- whether painting, drawing, sculpting, etc.
I believe that writing is a physical format and words are reflected, a story s told, a reader is captured, in not only the details and how the words flow, but how they are presented to the reader. Form is as important as the content.
There is a long history, obviously, of writers experimenting and incorporating this in their writing styles.
Randy
love the format! really like how it went right along with how it was supposed to go ~
Thank you.
Now,
Mama Pajama,
I’d like to know,
if you rolled
out of bed?
And if you did,
did you go
down to the po-
lice station?
And did
papa
find out?
Did he
begin to
SHOUT?
And did it start
an
investigation?
Now, again,
Are you on your way?
Just curious, a little,
Randy