she tried to ignore the inky murmurs
of the subdued women
gossiping about her purple dress
she heard gaudy and tacky
as their talk undulated
from unkind to cruel to mean
she watched as one of them happily
burrowed into her red leather purse
and pulled out her cell phone
she called someone and began
to spin her web of callous words
via cellular towers and satellites
though it saddened her
she sat unafraid
they were just words, after all
and she knew in her heart
that she glowed in her purple dress
because it made her feel light
she did pity the other women however
because they were so common
and their hearts were the abyss
/ / /
This poem was written in response to Wordle 7 at a wordling whirl of Sundays.
Sadly Waiting for Recess 
You have an uncanny way of getting into a woman’s mind. I like your take on the wordle words very much.
BTW Thank you so much for the wordpress link: blogspot makes me groan with all the hoops one must go through to comment.
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Viv, thank you. Well, I’m married to one… and we talk a lot. And I observe. I like Brenda’s wordles.
You’re welcome. I like the way I can respond to comments individually here at WordPress; can’t do that at Blogspot (at least, I don’t think you can, though I just fiddled with some of the settings).
Richard
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The history of the color purple for clothing is a very interesting story, layered with a great deal of symbolism. Your poem reminded me of many things, but especially of a time in my own youth when the color was seldom if ever worn by women. And how that has changed to the present day when it has become common usage. I like your poem because I can see it and know it as true and real. There is a certain subtle sensitivity that you have captured with your words and I love that you did it all with the wordle words. And again, am astounded by the many different paths we find to travel with each set of them. Thank you Richard, this one is a keeper,
Elizabeth
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Elizabeth, thank you for the kind and thoughtful words – and your detailed reply. Glad it worked; I worry a bit when I step outside my own gender in the speaker of my poems. Yes, I love the diversity of responses that come out of the wordles; it’s fascinating to see what people write. And I love the sense of discovery that happens. I just sit down with my journal, write those twelve words on a page, and start writing. It’s a freeing experience – and one I enjoy; I think it’s good for me. Thanks again, especially for this being a “keeper”.
Richard
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Love this, Richard. I think I know some of those women mentioned here.
Pamela
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Pamela, thank you. Sadly, I’ve seen women like this; it comes from people-watching in cafés.
Richard
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Oh wonderful, Richard. The truth is, there are women who seem to be nothing but common gossipers.
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Irene, thank you. Yes, it’s a sad truth. And it makes me all that more grateful for the wonderful women I’ve met through poetry.
Richard
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very deeply effecting. well written!
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TC, thank you. Glad you liked it.
Richard
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nicely done, Richard…
all wordle words perfectly placed
~Paula
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Paula, thank you. Little disappointed that I had to tweak them a bit this time around, but I think this poem was worth it.
Richard
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I don’t think it matters; they are prompts, not law. The important thing is to make the poem work, which yours does; beautifully.
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Tilly, thank you. I like the self-imposed challenge of using the wordle words as they are, but, obviously, won’t do so if it’s going to weaken the poem. I absolutely agree: “The important thing is to make the poem work”.
Richard
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Richard…that’s the same self-imposed rule/challenge I try to follow, as well. But when it boils right down to it, I’ll do what works. “Gaudy” was the word this week that I wanted to leave out all together! …but managed to sneak it in. ~Paula
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Paula, it’s funny what hoops we’ll make ourselves jump through. But our work always has to be in service to the poem and what it needs.
Richard
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You stride where heroes fear to tread. A male, writing poetry from a female point of view, is a daunting task. To pull it off, as the comments from the feminine gender proclaim, is amazing. I bow in awe, while stating this is an excellent poem for any gender.
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Mike, I don’t know if I strode, perhaps a brisk walk. Glad you liked it.
Richard
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Wonderful picture of calm confidence in the face of cantankerous cattiness. I like it – I would be the woman in the purple dress. 😉
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Traci, thank you. Glad you identified with the main character. I like her.
Richard
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Traci and I would be sitting together. And if I weren’t the woman in the purple dress, I would like her. I like how you establish a sense of place without ever saying specifically where they are. A wonderful, vivid vignette.
margo
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Margo, thank you. That’s funny, I just said the same thing in my comment to Traci, that I “like her”. I like strong, fierce, independent women; I must, I married one. Glad you liked it.
Richard
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Richard, You capture her well, I love that her shallowness shines throughout the piece. Thank you for loving my wordles. I love them, too, and am glad you’re playing along. I’ve started to blog at WordPress, too. Here are a couple of links:
http://undercaws.wordpress.com/
http://gatheredstones.wordpress.com/
I may move the Sunday Whirl there, as well. I can’t make Mr. Linky work at blogger, and my digital immigrant status doesn’t help. HTML schmaytch TML, I might just move it.
~Brenda
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Brenda, thank you. Wordles are total play. That’s what makes them so much fun; and that I sometimes get a good poem out of them too is icing on the cake.
I’ll check out your WordPress blogs and add them to my blogroll so that I can keep up with your new endeavors.
They use Mr. Linky at Poets United. Do you think someone there could help you get it going where Sunday Whirl is now? I taught myself HTML a long time ago before I knew about Blogger, WordPress, and Wikidot. If you think I can help, I will. I’m sure my HTML is rusty and that it’s changed a lot since I managed a school website years ago, but I’d be willing to give it a try.
Richard
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Yes, some woman are just bitches and some know how to rise above it Excellent poem
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Cathy, thanks. The ones who know how to rise above are far more interesting.
Richard
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