Writing creatively: What one word can do
I have had my share of writer’s frustration but I have been learning to tame it by seizing inspiration whenever it pops up and twisting it into whatever form that catches my fancy at that moment.
One day, I was working on my yet to be finished novel, (which, thankfully, is now finished). I wanted a synonym for a word. In searching for that synonym, a word just captured my attention. I needed it.
This question came to me: 'How many words can you make from this one word?' I tried and discovered that within that one word, were many other words. And because I didn’t have anything better to do, apparently, I decided to write out all those words. After I had written out those words, another thought popped into my head: 'Why not use those words to write a poem?'
Now, I won’t tell you the word that gave me so much inspiration just yet. Have fun guessing.
Listen to the poem by clicking play on the video above or read the poem below:
Word game
In the game I find great courage
To be a part of a team.
Anger and rage grate in my name
And contradictions teem.
They enrage like mange on a mare
Or mace sprayed in the eyes
And mar such a beautiful word
And like a gate, the thieves surprise.
With the number ten on my gear
I ran like a cougar
Out on to the playing field.
To score, I was eager.
None of the passes came my way
No rag to wipe a tear
I rent my garment and took note
A babe in a manger.
My skills, experience to augment
Too green for an encore
Off to the acre for a run
My meagre frame to tone.
A mere teen with a mane of hair
A tremor in the wind
Ready to trace my teenaged dreams
Those I have defined.
My booming tenor rings out loud
Not a grunt, not a hum
A blast that sweeps away all dross
A sign of things to come.
I hop back on the tram of life
More life is yet to live
A new norm I will engrain
I still have lots to give.
A ram is in the thicket there
An omen loud and clear
My arm is strong and I can work
For everything that’s dear.
I came, I saw, I conquered all
A distant crag, a rock
That crushes every obstacle.
Anticipate the aftershock.
Five hundred sheets make up a ream
Fish roe make up caviar
An orange glow flows over me
I have made it this far.
I break the walls of every cage
Cement isn’t strong enough
To hold me in captivity
And iron I will break up.
There’re many things that can stunt age
Our world is filled with them
Nonsense I will not tolerate
And so I chant amen.
About the Author
Janette B. Fuller is a ghost writer and author of four books.
When you are ready to write your story and/or after you have written your story, make contact with her at writingwisdomtree@gmail.com. She'll help you write your best story by helping you arrange your thoughts and/or edit your work. Check out her books here.
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