Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Word List Wednesday #10



EVERY OTHER Wednesday (twice per month) I select a list of at least 10 words (sometimes more).  I pull these words from a favorite literary piece that has inspired me. Usually it's another poem.  I always provide the poem author and title unless you want to go read it for yourself.

The idea is to take those 10 words and create a new, unique piece of writing of our own.

I love word lists/wordles because  they allow me to use words I don't often use, and those new words encourage fresh concepts and ideas for my poetry.

I first created this weekly prompt to inspire myself.  However, I am extending the invitation to others who may enjoy writing with my word list.  I invite you to link your work in the comments section if so!



The Word List for this week is selected from the biography Blue Hightways:  A Journey Into America by William Least Heat Moon.


Word List (today I chose phrases instead of single words):
pink thistle
cane fields
salt dome
Black Oyster Bar
honky-tonk
three persons in one
ghost-dancing
cinder and salt deposits
self-propelled
satchel of notebooks
business districts


Here is my contribution:


Down South

They were only
steadily-traveling south.
He, self-propelled by
the stiff responsibility
of working-man gloves;
and she, a long-haired
wild child with a
satchel-full of notebooks.
Together, they dwelled
inside a new identity,
 a three-persons-in-one
kind of gravity.
They met at the
Black Oyster Bar,
spoke in circles across
a table-full of fish and spice,
salt-domed hills
highlighting the skyline
out the window like
the backdrop of some
romantic Hollywood movie.
Perplexed by her soft manner
and colorful attire,
he accompanied her into
the after-hours of a
business district where
she drank cheap
convenient-store coffee
in front of local-art
gallery windows,
unaware the magnetic stares
of passerbyers,  and
purchased a sack-full
of vintage pulp novels
from a dime-box bookstore,
an excited sigh at such a bargain.
By the light of
an equinox moon, he walked
her home to a by-the-highway
boarding house made of
mere cinder and salt deposit
in some back-city of Louisiana.
He, a honky-tonk heartbreaker
who worked the cane fields
and drove into a foreign town
on the whim of a craving;
and she, a painting poet who'd
escaped the pink thistle
of her country-road heirs
so she could live a the dream
of intellectual nightlife
in a strange, new city.
They never knew how close
the lottery-toss of fate
was ghost-dancing love
between the handclasp
of their fallen fingers.

12 comments:

  1. Ah, they were a pair meant to be! You create your imaginary worlds to perfection. (I can't believe you chose Blue Highways, one of my favorite reads for your word search!)

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    1. aw thank you so very much, bev. i found that book at a library sale this summer...can't imagine why they'd remove it from their collection. it's one of my favorites. i have highlighted so many passages throughout that book.

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  2. That is an excellent word list.

    Damn, Stacy. IT is insane how good this poem is. I started highlighting faves, but it's all of it. The story. The relationship. The characters, together and separate. It's just all so phenomenal. You have a gift, girl.

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    1. oh my, your compliments have just made my night! many gracious thanks for your kind words. :)

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  3. What a lovely contrast of characters between two strangers in a new city ~ I really like that painting poet ~

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  4. Sometimes opposites attract comes close to being. I especially love the way she found excitement in those bargain books.

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  5. I liked the phrases near the end saying "fate
    was ghost-dancing love". The ghost-dancing part puzzles me, but it sounded right.

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  6. Love it all...stunning...but this...oooooh this...tingles me.
    'They never knew how close
    the lottery-toss of fate
    was ghost-dancing love
    between the handclasp
    of their fallen fingers'

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  7. Gorgeous. You have created not only characters but a whole world for them.

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  8. Wonderful line of discovery in fine words in your take, Stacy!

    Hank is here:
    http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2017/02/he-stuck-to-his-guns.html

    Hank

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