Hey there, my prolific poem friends! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) here. It’s Quadrille Monday again, when we scribble poems of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including one specific word provided.
Don’t you wish we had a button like this for the world right now?
Well today, I want you to fix your thoughts (and poems) on the word fix.
Fix can obviously mean to repair, straighten, or otherwise adjust:
Who knows, maybe poetry really can fix the world.
New to the Q? Here’s what to do:
Just fix your muse on a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word fix. Link it up by clicking Mr. Linky. Then head out into the blogisphere to read some of the most talented poets around. The prompt is open week, so we invite you to come back and read and write some more.
And here’s that Coldplay song: