I ‘ve been having a bit of a break this week, after the massive effort to complete 30 poems in April. Here is an American Sandwich, using the words from 3WW.
He specialised in placing cryptic clues in recesses around the house.
His wife flashed messages in Morse to tourists lost in the labyrinth.
They both stopped, wordless, after the villagers started to malign them.
May 8, 2009 at 1:13 pm
Hey, I like this. I like how each American Sentence builds on the next. Great sammie. Very filling.
May 9, 2009 at 12:04 am
Hi Carole, I like the bit about his wife flashing messages in morse.
May 9, 2009 at 11:59 am
I can appreciate your weariness – you deserve to give that brain a rest. (Although by the look of those clever American Sentences, it’s taking some persuasion!)
May 9, 2009 at 3:33 pm
Interesting poem. I wish I had more time to visit sites. You always write well. Lluvia
May 9, 2009 at 10:38 pm
im diggin that sandwich… congrats on completing the 30 poems!!!
May 11, 2009 at 1:14 pm
surreal as kafka – enjoyed the visuals that
played in my mind.
May 21, 2009 at 9:00 pm
Hi Carole, not heard from you for a while, hope everything’s okay. I’m posting this to the American Sandwich game for you, so all our participants can read it. Thank you for playing along!!
May 24, 2009 at 11:27 am
Good, but might have been even better if you’d left out the word “messages”!
June 2, 2009 at 2:11 pm
Hullo, Carole. Missing you, dear.
Be blessed, dream well.