SylvieApr2018

RWODs

What do you do when letters are garbled?

How do you feel when rdows just won’t come out?

Do you stutter? Do you feel stuck? dry-mouthed?

Do you feel lonely? Do you feel helpless? Do you feel stupid?

Do you blush? Do you panic? Do you feel desperate?

Just take a deep breath.

Then quietly look down at your cheatsheet - like I am doing now.

And your friends will know what your orwds mean.

And they’ll eventually tell you the magic word : mercy

To please keep them from a sword stroke.

Words can kill and words can heal

Did you know words can kill ?

Sometimes mumbled or shouted by anger or spat by jealousy

Words can be printed deep inside you with a thick black ink.

Words can be carved in your heart with a bitter shard.

Words can remain on your mind like a forever mourning veil.

A single word can be a dreadful weapon

Did you know words can heal?

A single word can soothe a soul.

A single word can open a heart.

A single word whispered in your ear can find its way

To that unknown, undiscovered, deepest root of yours.

A single word can save a life.

Playing Scrabble

I love playing Scrabble when the draw is great, with a perfect balance of consonants and vowels, when I «feel» there is a 7-letter tangled on my easel – and plenty of space left on the board.

I even love playing Scrabble when the draw is mean, when the other players just sneaked out the perfect place for my great word,

But I curse when the last «u» is gone and I just picked the «q» (French version).

I love playing Scrabble when a forgotten word pops up to my mind. A word I never use in my daily life. A word belonging to my school years, or a word read somewhere long ago, a word hidden in my memory that I did not expect to have settled on my mind.

AND I love opening the dictionary, searching for the spelling, checking the meaning… ten words browsed for one word searched…

So many words I don’t know….in my own mother language…

A tribute

He died because he had only one word.

He had commited himself to protect

His homeland, his fellow coutrymen

The widow, the orphan, the weak.

He died because he had sworn on the national flag.

He died to protect a woman he had never seen before.

He died because he had only one word.

He was named Arnaud Beltrame.