walking with Wõden
weir-witched warlocks
wearily walking ways
where Wõden whisked
weathered wherewithal
wondering -- wistfully why --
wailing waifs wager
wadded walleted wafers
wanting wanton wands
whose waywardness
waives wakeful walls --
where warlike wardens
warn warmed-over witnesses
washing warrior's warships
with wary wargs
wastefully watching wasted
waylaid weakened wanderers
without watchwords
wavering weasel's wealth
welcoming weighty welfare's
wearisome webs
whipping whit's whiteness
weirdest whims --
whole -- whispering whoops
willing wile's wickedest
wordy wishes --
while
Wõden weeps woefully.
vcp
4 February 2011
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Thank you, Shirley.
Thank you, Shirley.
Are we here alone?
Love,
Victor
wow, wowza, wubulous
My only untoward observation is that a couple of the words only are w-words visually and are pronounced without the wuh sound. Not that this observation would change the world of poetry or of this poem for that matter. Today is Woden's day as well. Good timing.