Sandra Heska King

daring to open doors

When the F-Word’s Caught in a Web

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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)

 

 

Comments

  2. Lyla Lindquist says

    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.

    • Sandra says

      Scary.

      And there are a lot of those words. But I wouldn’t mind hiding out in a web for awhile.

      Love you, too.

  4. Dea Moore says

    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.

    • Sandra says

      I’ve just been to your place. Your poem–that photo–could barely catch my breath.

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