Welcome back!
It's been too long since I've updated The Fridge with a post, and 1 and three quarters of novel and one step closer to publication later, I'm here to pop my head out of the submission sludge (Yes, it's really called that..we, aspiring authors, are comparable to sludge. Mud. Crap. Just kidding. But not really) and wave.
I started this thing a while back--a project, if you will--where friends and I take turns cooking up a handful of abstract words and challenge each other to write a poem, using all of these words. Sometimes, they're Christmas or Halloween themed, like, sugar cane, or cake, or..monsters. Sometimes, they're a little too..abstract. Think toilet paper and icicles. Yeah...
But anyway, it has become a fun hobby to, say, overcome writer's block, get creative, or pass time in the dentist's office. I'll start posting some of ours here (anonymously), along with the words picked, for your reading pleasure.
And of course, if you feel like limbering up your creativity muscles, feel free to join in on the challenge--send me one of yours for the posting!
Remember, it's poetry at its..oddest. Or creepiest. Or sweetest. Or randommest. It can be rhymed or free verse, it can be a haiku, it can be a sonnet, a limerick. It can be anything, so long as we incorporate all the words picked.
Frost
It's been too long since I've updated The Fridge with a post, and 1 and three quarters of novel and one step closer to publication later, I'm here to pop my head out of the submission sludge (Yes, it's really called that..we, aspiring authors, are comparable to sludge. Mud. Crap. Just kidding. But not really) and wave.
I started this thing a while back--a project, if you will--where friends and I take turns cooking up a handful of abstract words and challenge each other to write a poem, using all of these words. Sometimes, they're Christmas or Halloween themed, like, sugar cane, or cake, or..monsters. Sometimes, they're a little too..abstract. Think toilet paper and icicles. Yeah...
But anyway, it has become a fun hobby to, say, overcome writer's block, get creative, or pass time in the dentist's office. I'll start posting some of ours here (anonymously), along with the words picked, for your reading pleasure.
And of course, if you feel like limbering up your creativity muscles, feel free to join in on the challenge--send me one of yours for the posting!
Remember, it's poetry at its..oddest. Or creepiest. Or sweetest. Or randommest. It can be rhymed or free verse, it can be a haiku, it can be a sonnet, a limerick. It can be anything, so long as we incorporate all the words picked.
"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a senseof wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." --Robert
Frost
"Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths andbiscuits".--Carl Sandburg
Words: Basket, Hounds, Nails, Tribe, Paint
I'm weaving a basket for you
Weaving a basket for two
I'm painting it red like the side of your head
where the bullet of what I said
shot through.
Terrible things I said
I wished, I wanted you--
Dead.
Buried down deep
deep asleep
where rain won't wake you
and hounds can't find you.
And this is how we argue.
I'm weaving a basket
Weaving it for two
I'm painting it red like the side of your head
where my nails left a trail
And a face I once knew.
We fight, we yell, we hide
we thrash and seethe and snide,
We, the angry tribe
are animals inside.
So I'm weaving a basket
weaving it for two--
hearts,
that are battered
and bruised
and better
cut out
of our bodies.
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