I play the word game
puzzle letters in bits and pieces
lose scraps in dusty corners
and the F-word’s caught in a web.
So I plant potatoes in my bed,
chase gophers in the garden,
do battle with aliens,
and have tea with a purple moth.
Wait until it all comes around
and a zillion fragments one day merge
into a new and unpredictable work
finished.
Joining Tweetspeak and Lyla Lyndquist in a discussion of L.L. Barkat’s Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing where we’re discussing the first section titled “Momentum.”
This little ditty was inspired by chapters 7 and 8.
I reflected on earlier chapters in January.
Chasing Flickers (chapters 1 and 2)
First Make the Sounds (chapters 3 and 4)
Of Beans, Sawdust, and Kitchen Floors (chapters 5 and 6)
So there are fireflies in those webs? 😉
Oh dear, I may never live down the F reference. (And it’s all grandma’s fault 🙂
No, no fireflies in the webs . . . and no ends in the webs . . .
But no one dares use the word itself, only it’s half-veiled reference. Sandy, I was just thinking of a dream that looked like your poem. Can you imagine all those things going on in dream-warp speed? Perhaps the web would give some respite. 😉 Love you, my friend.
Scary.
And there are a lot of those words. But I wouldn’t mind hiding out in a web for awhile.
Love you, too.
Unpredictable all right, but lovely.
🙂
I read the book and have tried to take LL’s advice. Writing is not something that I know much about but I do it anyway 🙂 I love how you grabbed those images and caught them in a poem. You inspire me as well.
I’ve just been to your place. Your poem–that photo–could barely catch my breath.
fun read
Thanks. 🙂
Will the zillion fragments really merge someday?
*sigh*
Oh, I hope so. I do.