Wednesday Scribblings. We’re challenged
to write prose or verse using 3 or more
words from a list of a dozen.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
July 29, 2020
The girl sat ready to put pen to paper. Which words are really mine, she wondered, and which are collected in the coiling pathways of my brain, gleaned from some book I might have read years ago or yesterday, edited unaware and added to my storehouse of words poetic or prose. Which are phrases I heard somewhere that captivated me, and clung to my brain like stalactites in a cavern. She once saw a deserted roadside chapel and wrote a lovely poem of the thoughts it fostered, only to find virtually the same thoughts were fostered by some other deserted chapel which captivated another poet 100 years earlier whose poem was startling in its similarity to her own. Are all the words of the world, she thought, stored in some giant swirling word-blender and spit out into the stratosphere landing indiscriminately in the fertile minds of would-be poets. If so, she thought, I‘ll just sit here and wait for a morning wordfall, a word burst, or even a word tsunami. I will fashion them with proper grammar and punctuation, she thought, with a new pace and rhythm uniquely my own. The girl sighed. Smiling, she started to write.