Sometimes our minds start a dialogue that tries to make sense of what is written. Is there really sense or is it just the efforts of the reader to impose some structure on what could be a series of random words? As John Lennon once famously said, “let’s keep them guessing.”
In this case I woke up from a dream that was putting together a poem with only words that start with W. Upon waking you see the result. Does it make sense? What do you think?
What?
Watching waifs wonder when
Wishing women wistfully whittle
Wicked ones whisk wildly
Without worrying wedding wrath
Wireless wiretaps working witness
Windswept wasteland without weed whacking
Whistling wildfires wrangle woodpiles
When working writers weaken
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by Bill Ferguson
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