I am happy to have Helena Hann-Basquiat, my favorite story weaver, guest blog here today.
Using 14 words Helena has created14 different variations of this love poem. Please be sure to visit her blog here and show her some fan love.
WRITTEN BY HELENA HANN-BASQUIAT
my bed (was never California never was) my bed
i
California
was
never
quite
this
cold
yet
my
bed
has
never
been
this
warm.
ii
this warm California
was never quite
my bed
yet –
this cold
has never been
iii
this cold
was never quite
California
yet
my warm bed
has never been this
iv
California has
never been my bed
this cold, yet warm
never quite
was this
v
has my California
never been this cold?
never quite.
yet this
warm bed was.
vi
my bed was yet
quite warm
this never cold
California
has never been this
vii
this bed was never cold
never has my
warm California
quite been this yet
viii
cold bed; California.
this warm
has never been –
was never quite –
my this yet.
ix
has this been my bed?
this never cold, yet
never was quite warm
California?
x
was my bed this cold?
never quite, yet this
has never been
California warm.
xi
yet —
this cold
never has been
California.
this never-quite-warm
was my bed.
xii
cold? this, my bed?
never has been yet —
California
was never quite this warm.
xiii
California, my bed
was,
has never.
yet never
quite been
this cold;
this warm.
xiv
this warm; this cold
never has quite been
yet –
my bed was
never California.
HASTYWORDS 
What a word twister….. 🙂
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Thank you, darling. I was quite pleased with it.
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Nice poem…Enjoyed it.
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Thank you so much, darling.
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I do rather love her artistry. This was very clever.
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Stretching the bounds of what you’re capable of is dilettante 101, darling. Thank you for your kind words.
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I shall bear that in mind, should I ever become a professional dabbler, cherie 🙂
Meantime, amateur status dictates that I must write something Genuine, Inspirational and Moving as an acknowledgement of Two Years of Blogging (because not *all* the ‘done thing’s are worth passing up)
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That was wicked awesome.
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Why do I suddenly want beahs, Boston baked beans, and some chowdah? Thank you for reading, darling.
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That was my California version of a Boston accent.
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That Helena lovers her some California.
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Is this an exercise going round the blogosphere, or just something the brilliant Helena concocted?
Also, you two make the best team since Starsky and Hutch.
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