Here's one that's good if you can write one interesting sentence, or one boring sentence with some interesting words or pictures in it. Basically you write a sentence, and in the next line you repeat at least one word from that sentence, and then in each line after that you repeat the same word and/or another word from the first sentence, so that every line contains at least one word from the first sentence. I find that I often discover hidden meanings and potentials in the repeated words, and sometimes I learn something about life, the universe, and everything.
I'll give you a few sentences to start with, though of course you can write your own. 1. My mother begins to weep. 2. I used to dream about water. 3. A spider never stops weaving. 4. We didn't understand yesterday. You can see there is nothing special about those sentences, except they have at least one concrete noun in them. That helps I think. If you use this game and end up with some kind of something, send it to me. I'd love to read it, and with your permission, share it here.
Here's something I wrote using this method. I don't know if I'd call it a poem, but I learned something about doorways.
Just Now
You are standing in a doorway.
Where you are standing
is a doorway. You are standing
because you are not moving
in or out or through.
But standing
is a kind of moving if everything
else is moving, and everything
is moving which is why
what you are doing is standing, just
for a moment and where you are doing it
is a doorway – a doorway
neither here nor there - a doorway
neither in nor out - a doorway
that opens to more doorways,
that open to more
doorways
and doorway doorway doorway
which is why you are standing in a doorway.
Dreaming New Mexico
ReplyDeleteDriving through the New Mexico dust with you
Driving fast but nothing changing except the lowering sun
until for the glare I no longer see New Mexico
or even remember what this noble land was supposed to be with you with me
It was once full and rich--the dust nothing a broom and an hour couldn't cure
Our dreams of Hopi, Zuñi, Keres, and Jemez, are somewhere here buried with us,
with us, with them,
Buried in the New Mexico dust with the sun now rippling orange rivers onto the horizon.
Thanks for the exercise, Mandy. Just sat down and wrote what came out. It was fun.
Nice, Kent! Glad you had fun.
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