For a gift last year, I received a magnetic poetry kit, and I’ve been having fun posting short poems and displaying them on our refrigerator. Then I decided to take pictures of them and post them on Facebook. I like how Facebook asks me what’s on my mind. Sometimes I’d rather not say which is probably true for a lot of people, but now and then I like how the question makes me stop and think.
These magnetic words do the same sort of thing, but instead of a thought prompt, I’ve been using them as a poetry prompt. For instance, last week I spread the words out on a large baking sheet and asked Dave (my husband) to pick a word for me. The word he chose was, forest.
I haven’t done a lot of writing lately for various reasons. Let’s just say writing takes time and although I don’t have a day job, my husband and I manage a vacation rental and house rentals in the town of Twain, California. We often take trips there to work on improvements. We also have two granddaughters that we enjoy seeing often. And, for some reason, when I do have free time, I often make excuses not to write like in the two previous sentences! So, for me magnetic poetry is my new thing.
I like that poem
Angst. I remember when David took me to see special place in the forest on the Peninsula. I don’t have the details but it was a rock. A very large rock. But Dave and I remember when the fires were in the far distance, not chasing us, running for our lives.
Safety reminds me that money is only money. A good day is when problems can be solved with money, for northern Cali those days are gone and those of us that enjoy it most are the ones that fail it the most, in our habits, our votes, our choice of banks and food we eat.
I lived in the forest of the Blue Mountains. Wonderful until a massive oak fell on the house.
Thanks for reminding me of the important parts of my life. A hole in the roof, a new refrigerator that doesn’t work, a thing on my left ear, mold on the floors, cracked concrete. It is only money and I have too few months ahead of me to fret about it.
As Dave’s Uncle Pug used to say, “Fuck ’em all and save two for pallbearers.” RIP VGP
Thanks, Aunt Patty. I have to remind myself of the same. You need to buy yourself a magnetic word kit. You are quite the interesting writer!
I so love this magnetic word idea! You are so clever to rearrange word order to convey so many images…and then just keep moving them around until you get another idea…great brainstorming breakthrough or when fun with words is calling to you.