Two Birds with One Writing Exercise

Came home after a typical Friday (I hate Friday's) and decided to combine a writing exercise with my need for stress relief/release. I've been 'collecting words', as suggested in Poemcrazy ... I'm giving you exactly what I wrote, no editing except I'm only typing up the first 20. [My list went up to 50 just because once I started, suddenly words/connections flew from my fingertips. I may have to type these exercises or eventually lose the use of my writing hand!]

I shriek clothespins.
I channel paperweights.
I awaken crows.
I shed alarm clocks.
I finish allergy pills.
I scream magnets.
I unroll pirouettes.
I tighten bark.
I direct ice cubes.
I spit staples.
I hum rail ties.
I exhale pitchforks.
I finish sequins.
I embroider graphics.
I gestate canyons.
I perpetuate iron.
I stitch toothpicks.
I sever barbed wire.
I invite acid.
I embrace helicopters.

Interesting, isn't it? Free association without pause, just write write write. I didn't even look at my word list except for the first two, to kick it off.

I'm loving this book. A poet I want to read is Walt Whitman -- never have, except for a few excerpts. Also Mary Oliver - I see her listed on SO many of the blogs I read every day.

I need to bathe and go to bed, sleep off this Friday Funk. David is sleeping in his room; Bobby just left to go to Kevin's basketball game. I did a fast art piece which I want to turn into mail art, just goofing around, experimenting with stencils and sketches.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... g'night, y'all!