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Friday, June 15, 2007

Word Play

I did it! I bought a few MagPo sets, and stuck them to my refrigerator…




and the world around our house may never be the same. I wrote last week about playing with the online version of Magnetic Poetry when I have writer’s block. I used the words to spark ideas and then crafted a poem out of the inspiration they provided.

Having the magnetic words on the fridge, a few steps from my computer is a wonderful distraction for the kids and I. Several times a day, I find myself or one of them standing in front of the refrigerator, arranging and rearranging words into beautiful, or funny, or dark, moody lines of poetry.

I love it!

They build their masterpiece, and leave it there for posterity’s sake, signing it with a colored dry-erase marker. When I get up the next morning I rearrange all the words, and erase the signatures for a fresh start.

Even the one student who hates to read gets in on the play. He asked me yesterday if I could bring him home a nice journal, because he’s been writing in an old spiral notebook, and wants to upgrade. Because my calling in life – or one of them anyway – is to raise literary wonders who write and write and write like breathing, my heart honestly went pitter-patter at his request.



Along with the boxes of MagPo kits I ordered a tiny little jar of words called “Writer’s Remedy”. It sits on my desk next to my brand new monitor, just in case I get stuck. The other night, after accepting delivery of the wonderful box of MagPo goodness from the UPS man, in a moment of delirium I slipped this little bottle of words into my purse. Love of My Life and I were headed out the door to have some appetizers at Applebee’s and wait for Wonder Daughter No. 1 to get off of work -- fairly frequent occurrence, around here.

So, we went in and claimed our usual table, and ordered drinks and munchies. Then I broke out the words. While we nibbled happily on our food, I spread them out across the table and constructed poems to my heart’s content. It was like a vocabulary reunion!

So, I share with you today with a sampling of the work I did there, on that high-round Applebee’s table, with my treasure trove of tiny magnetic words. I hope you enjoy!

the rhythm of old pages
dances through my memory
words spark inspiration
as i drown in the story


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the ghost of real life
is whispering her curse
between sleep and conscious thought
speaking your fear
to a cold translucent night


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who will write a line
about perfect beauty
beneath that blue green soup
and so give a tree his voice?

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I leave you with a directive – whether you have a jar of magnetic words or not --


3 comments:

EllieMae said...

So fun and simple! I love the idea of all those words on the refrigerator. I hope to get better at my writing now...you have inspired me!

Deena said...

Ok, I need links to that stuff...I have two geniuses who need to let their inner writer out to play... and that just may be what the dr. ordered!!

Linds said...

As I have come up against the dreaded blogger block, I do feel my life is incomplete without these words to play with. I love the Writer's Remedy bottle!

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