Rearranging the words using wordle changed the way I read the poem and helped me find new meaning in a poem that I haven't looked at in a while. How did you look at your wordled poems? Did you look at them in a new light?
A mushy peach:
Sweet prickly pit peaches
bled tender ripe fruit love
like slow juicy metaphors.
Sounds rotten like
echoes of a thousand reaching little words.
Smelly cream dreams,
sore rain lands. Ready? Burst!
An overripe heart.
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