New Year’s Word Pool

How about taking a leap into a refreshing word pool as a bracing little creative exercise on this Monday, the first day back to work after the holidays for many of us?

Use some (or all) of these words to create a poem, jot a paragraph, capture a memory…

Write something serious, absurd, fun, reflective…go wherever your muse takes you. And share your creations in the comments!

clock, year, chair, blue, succulent

boomerang, cinematic, fire, lovebirds

snow, drum, rose, lips, river

song, settle, bond, dream

Here’s mine, a haiku today:

The year’s clock winds down
As new dreams rise like lovebirds
From my mind’s river.


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9 Responses to “New Year’s Word Pool”

  1. 1 hemlock1981 January 3, 2011 at 2:13 pm

    Let me try them all:

    A brand new clock, for a brand new year.
    A nice blue chair, so I’ll settle here.
    The drum of the snow, the dream of the fire.
    Like lips on a rose, the river’s song is desire.
    What bond lovebirds make in a boomerang’s flair.
    The succulent taste of cinematic free air.

  2. 5 herby January 3, 2011 at 4:17 pm

    The clock struck midnight and the new year began. There was no fanfare. It was just another day, another hour, another minute, another second and another moment in time. Technically, a new day was dawning while it was really pitch black in the middle of the night.

    The lovebirds sat by the river. The snow fell around them. The air was cold but they barely felt it. The bloody boomerang lay on the ground next to Karly. Even without a moon, it was obvious that the white snow was stained a rose red from the blood.

    Karly looked at her lover. The bond between them had always been strong. There was nothing that she wouldn’t do for Moira. She would even kill for her if necessary. In fact, she already had.

    Karly looked at Moira’s succulent lips. They were moving but Karly couldn’t hear the words. She felt like she was moving in a dream. It was not in her nature to be violent and yet she had been. She didn’t know how it happened or why. And now she felt shame.

    It had been cinematic. Moira had asked her to prove her love. She’d also asked her to prove her commitment to the cause. The gang was tight and they were unhappy about Moira’s desire to bring the new member into the fold. Not even if that member was Moira’s lover. They didn’t trust Karly wasn’t being paid by the blues. They had no proof she wasn’t undercover. They didn’t trust she wasn’t a cop.

    Karly’s heart beat like a drum. She knew that she would get the chair if she was caught. She also knew her career was over. Never again would she sing the songs of the police choir. She would never be able to settle down again. She had crossed the line for her lover. She had crossed the line to feed the fires of desire. A line she never believed it capable to cross.

    Moira reached over and kissed Karly hard on the lips.

    ‘I knew you would do it for me, baby,’ she whispered as she plunged the knife into Moira’s back.

    Karly was taken by surprise.

    ‘Why are you doing this to me?’

    ‘Because I can. We know you are a cop. We needed to get rid of the Inspector and we knew you could do it. Do you really think I’m into you?’ Moira hissed harshly.

    A pool of darkness froze on the snow.

    On New Years’ morning, a skier would find Karly’s frozen and bloody body lying on the bank of the river next to a bloody boomerang and bloody knife.

    On the first day of 2011, Karly’s mother wept for her daughter as she read the note that had been found in Karly’s pocket. She would forever believe that her daughter committed suicide.

    • 6 Liz January 4, 2011 at 6:09 am

      I sit, dreaming of the new year…possibilities.
      I feel a glow of creative fire that
      needs to blaze free.
      It is time to boomerang from my
      all-too-comfortable chair
      where I have settled for too long –
      I hear the drum beat of my heart calling me
      to live a more
      succulent life.

    • 7 hemlock1981 January 4, 2011 at 8:02 am

      Like I said on yours, Great story! Very creative.

  3. 8 stranglingmymuse January 4, 2011 at 3:21 pm

    Wow, Tom! I’m impressed by your ability to use every word from the pool in such a short and wonderful poem.

    Liz, I love what you’ve written! It’s beautiful.

    herby, your story is great — very vivid!

    I also love the varied pieces of writing that have emerged from this same word pool! Thanks for sharing.


  1. 1 A little mystery | Living As Herby Trackback on January 3, 2011 at 4:17 pm

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