the prompt: think about words buried in words. In particular, think about the words buried in your own name. Plug your name into an anagram generator, like this one, and try writing a self-portrait poem using words that are generated. (Don’t worry if it takes a minute or two to generate the anagrams — you’d be surprised how many different ones a name will generate — mine generated 107,144 anagrams, and I didn’t even use my middle name)!
I used “Adela” and “Adela Marie.” All other permutations of my name (Crandell, Brady, Durkee) are beyond my own. Besides, those names generated waaaay too many choices.
A Dare Email
I felt it in my Dream Ilea (another word for guts.)
I am anything but an Ailed Mare, I swear.
The old grey mare, ain’t what she used to be.
Still A Deal (I can debate and dance and direct.)
With the best of the rest.
Still bears A Lade. (another word for load.)
A little slower than I used to be;
I take A Lead over the mundane.
Carrying my Idea Ream in my fingertips.
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