8:48 a.m. — San Antonio
Hullo, all. I hope you are well. Excuse me if I hurry. With nothing happening yesterday or tomorrow, today, when I am writing you, I have three other things happening. All happy things: new sheets — I love the cool crispness of new sheets; new eyeglasses — I forgot to have my annual check last year and have spent a few months peering at the computer screen; and happiest, lunch and an afternoon at a Rockwell exhibit with my poetry cyber-world friend, Paula W.
Today, let’s play with the dictionary. I have two ways for you to go about this. The first I have been saving since I first saw it many months, maybe years, ago. The form is the poem, to a large degree and an example is needed. The poem that grabbed me and which I saved is by Elizabeth C:
While reading this past week,
I found a new word:
1. (in ancient worship) a sacred place
that the public was forbidden to enter;
an inner shrine.
2. the most sacred or reserved part
of any place of worship.
And I know that I have found
another word for Soul.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/9/11 (and the Dictionary)
That’s the structure, but you have room to move around and to adapt. The thing is to incorporate the dictionary definition(s) as they are written.
The second possibility is a riff off of one of Barbara’s Miz Quickly prompts from April. She asked us to choose a concrete word (she gave a few to start), look it up, find a word on that page, look it up, find… thus building a short stack of about seven words to include in a poem. The best words, I found, were nouns that can be verbs.
My riff was that I chose a word, looked it up, and never left the page. I used six words that meant roughly the same as my key word, which was purse. It worked a treat. The poem has just been accepted by Waterways, which is why I can’t show it to you, but the exercise is not difficult.
I went to The Free Dictionary, my usual source because it gives more to play with. To go with purse, I chose: bag, pouch, wrinkle (yep, part of a definition), fold, pucker, and pod. I had almost as much fun looking through the definitions and synonyms as I did writing the poem. Writing the poem was fun because I worked at having the words not all be to do with their similar meaning. Any topic, any form. It’s playtime.
I am not promising I’ll see you anytime but Tuesdays now. This Friday, I head to California. Maybe I’ll be settled enough there to go back to the Freeforall on Fridays. Although… next Tuesday I will be sporting in Napa, so I may try to calendar the next post, or write it early. Whichever way, you will have it.
Happy writing, everyone.