Her Own Devices
Judey Kalchik's "Listen!" Poetry Anagram Challenge
relating to no one other than her strong-willed young self, she had no problem
jumping into action whenever one of her little sisters went alerting her for help; anything they needed, she would provide,
altering the dynamics of a family, she was both man and mother of the house, left to her own devices, and
her determination and strength were integral, making up
the harsh, solid triangle formation of her heart, mind, and soul
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Comments (12)
Wow Angela, it is really very very creative. I was amazed. Such a nice meaning and a wordplay!
The meaning behind it feels much deeper. This poem beautifully depicts the essence of determination. Incredibly done, Angela! 💌
This is brilliant. I can't believe you managed to do so well with such a long word! Well done. 😀
beautiful.. good writing
You did it, Angela. Not easy!
This is worth praising indeed !!!!
beautiful usage of words، you played wonderfully
Whoaaaa, you blew my mind with this one! It was so powerful!
nice
This poem is so well done! I love the sense of narrative here, and the anagram words are really cool! 'Triangle' feels so unexpected compared to the others words, but it gives the ending of the poem so much weight when connecting the subject's 'heart, mind, and soul.' Fantastic piece!!
What a great group of anagram words and you used them masterfully!
Excellent!