".....Wow, is often uttered with a sharp intake of breath, when we can't think of another way to capture the sight of shocking beauty or destruction, an unbidden insight or unexpected flash of grace."
What do you think of when you think of wow? When did you last say the word? Was it in an awestruck way or due to destruction? Things Anne mentions that are wow: volcanoes, a bird's song, the veins in a leaf, the northern lights, and a teen's reaction to a car at Christmas. Anne expresses that wows come in all shapes and sizes, lowercase and uppercase.
Then there is the scary wow of storms that create sadness, death and destruction. We are a loss for words and all that comes out is "wow".
She reminds us to look at what emerges from the wreckage. She reminds us that love falls and it rises and pools around those affected. "Love pulls people back to their feet and we heal. After a forest fire, with time grass grows again and the sun rises! Wow..."
I want a poem about wow! Your choice on the size, shape and form of it. Remember to wow us with your words~ ( I know I thought "Wow" when I read Corey's n' Shay's collaboration...didn't you ;D)
Hello Toads, Kerry stepping in here to take the opportunity to thank Ella for her wonderful prompts (18 in total! Wow!) which have been a part of Real Toads since its inception in July 2011. This is her last formal contribution, but we will continue to enjoy her company as a valued member of the Imaginary Garden.