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Sunday Scribblings #219: The Silence of the Tiles: Scrabble!

Scrabble – where every letter has its place, and every word holds a thrill, and in the placing of the tiles, the silence enthralls until… the final move!

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Notepad and a pen over it with a cup of coffee next to it. words read Sunday Scribblings, and this is for Sunday Scribblings #219: The Silence of the Tiles: Scrabble!

Poetic Sundays: The Silence of the Tiles: Scrabble!

Finally, here’s our prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.

April 13th observes National Scrabble Day, and that led me to searching about it on the Google Arts and Culture page (reached via the link for today’s art resource). There, I discovered older versions of the game that offer a fascinating glimpse into its history! And then led to writing a Scrabble poem. I knew I had mentioned the game earlier on my blog, and noticed I wrote another poem about it here (for NaPoWriMo).

Do you play Scrabble? Your most memorable word played? Do let me know

My Attempt

The Silence of the Tiles

1. The First Draw

Let us place those cool tiles on the board one by one
As they make up some words, and score us some points too! 
Then, we send a little prayer, hope for some luck
That we get the Z, I, and the U and Q too
For then whoever gets the luck of the draw y’all
Well, of course, they wiill be the winner after all!
(??)

2. Glimmers and Sighs

We reach for the black bag, the velvet mouth half-closed
As the sun through the curtains spills gold on the board.
One sighs in relief, and the other heaves a sigh
In silence, each one waits for our turn on the board.
We keep on drawing. It feels like some kind of fate.
The tiles we need will surely come. They’re in our fate

3. The Heat of the Game

Someone plays ‘quiet’, and it sure has that effect!
And then you add an ‘er’, for a double word score
An ‘argh’ follows—tile-scramble, shuffle, and some more
As everyone now has to work to up that score
In that moment, we search for the very right play,
As letters collide, we all chase points in the fray

4. It All Comes Down To…

The tiles in the bag are now down to just a few
A new word appears. A score is made. A soft cheer.
You put your hand in, it reaches into empty.
Another move. Another word. Another cheer.
You look inside again, wonder – it is all done?
Coincidentally, the word just played – done!

5. The Final Words

Now all that is left are the tiles left on the slats,
We spell out time, and level, and gone, and remain.
The points don’t matter, but still we keep on counting
You raise your brow at gone, smile faintly at remain.
We don’t speak, but the silence hums with the gold hush.
Each last tile lands softly, in that not-wordless hush.

~ Vidya Tiru @ LadyIn Read Writes

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  • Literary birthdays this week of April include: Mireille Guiliano on April 14th; Henry James and Jeffrey Archer on the 15th; Carol Bly and Tracy K Smith on April 16th; Nick Hornby on the 17th of April; Alexandra Adornetto on the 18th; Stanley Fish on the 19th; the 20th celebrates Mary Hoffman, Sebastian Faulks, and Rebecca Malakai
  • The 18th celebrates National Columnists’ Day

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Wrapping up my Sunday Scribblings

So dear reader, you have reached the end of this Sunday Scribblings! As always, I welcome your thoughts, comments, and suggestions about this post. And do let me know if you plan to celebrate any of these mentioned celebrations this coming week/month?

Linking this to the Sunday Post over at the Caffeinated Reviewer and the Sunday Salon. Also linking up to UBCNaPoWriMo

And you can find all my A-Z+ posts (this year and previous years’ as well) here:

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22 thoughts on “Sunday Scribblings #219: The Silence of the Tiles: Scrabble!

  1. I’ve always loved playing scrabble. It’s one of my favourite games. I love your poem. I can visualize myself sitting before my tiles, waiting my turn.

  2. Scrabble – not my game, but it was for my nephew. This young man, who had just graduated from college, would seek out Scrabble games within an hour to play in the evening. His games of choice were with older women who really knew the game and challenged his every (almost every) word.

  3. What a great way to inspire writing. The scrabble game is a game that most have played and they cn relate to this well.

  4. I absolutely loved this! Scrabble was a big part of my childhood, and your poem brought back cozy memories of family game nights and heated double-word debates.

  5. I didn’t even know it was national scrabble day. That’s great though! Scrabble is a favorite of mine! I really love your poems too.

  6. You have so beautifully expressed everything, so nostalgic. I love playing scrabble even now. My son doesn’t enjoy it much so I don’t get a chance to play regularly, but whenever I can, I do.

  7. Never knew there was a day to celebrate our ultimate favorite game scrabble! We love this game so much.. lots of memories!

  8. There are a lot of things to celebrate in the coming days. I love playing Scrabble as part of our family game night. Thanks for sharing your poem, it’s beautiful!

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