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| What's That You Say? |
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote with friends using author, Natalie Goldberg's Rules of Writing. One of the group gave this prompt: "If you praise a word, it becomes a poem." We had five minutes to do something and my recent trip to Chloride, AZ, a desert-rat community outside of Las Vegas came to mind.
Dryness
by me
Earth to Dust
Only dryness allows this.
Dust to Earth
Only moisture makes this.
Mud to Clay
Only water and sun creates this.
Life Well Lived
Only earth, water, sun, and love does this trick.
Very often, I find that Goldberg's rule to "just write" whether it's crap or not is wise. It reminds me of panning for gold, something I did as a small child in Wickenburg, AZ. Lots of shiney and useless stuff and once in while a piece of "fools gold" or a pretty bit of quartz. Rarely did I shake out real gold, but the time or two that I did find it, kept me going.
