Word Palette Exercise
The poem below could be viewed as a word palette. Don’t imitate this poem, but borrow its vocabulary as your word supply. Use the words in a very different order to say something quite different. This is another way a poem can be a trampoline.
Mind Wanting More
Only a beige slat of sun
above the horizon, like a shade pulled
not quite down. Otherwise,
clouds. Sea rippled here and
there. Birds reluctant to fly.
The mind wants a shaft of sun to
stir the grey porridge of clouds,
an osprey to stitch sea to sky
with its barred wings, some dramatic
music: a symphony, perhaps
a Chinese gong.
But the mind always
wants more than it has --
one more bright day of sun,
one more clear night in bed
with the moon; one more hour
to get the words right; one
more chance for the heart in hiding
to emerge from its thicket
in dried grasses -- as if this quiet day
with its tentative light weren't enough,
as if joy weren't strewn all around.
~ Holly Hughes ~
My take, short and sweet because today was a hectic day and I had little time for writing.
Clouds pile like porridge
in a blue sky bowl; let awe
fill in for a spoon.