This morning I picked up Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge’s “poemcrazy,” an all-time favorite, but one I haven’t visited in years. I opened to Chapter 3: “collecting words and creating a word pool”, dove in, and fell in love with it all over again. It’s such a joyful, exuberant celebration of words and word play. I wonder that sparks don’t fly off the pages as I read.
I started writing down words and phrases, playing with sounds and meanings. Word romping. Listening for sounds, free associating, “casting out words like water in a fountain.” I drenched myself thoroughly in words, marking no boundaries, simply creating and diving into pools of words while Wooldridge cheered me on: “Be sloppy. Don’t think. You can’t make a mistake, there aren’t any wrong words.”
In April
flaming yellow finches
pop in, perch, pop up
like lollipops or lemon drops
fling light
sing bright
sprinkle citrus song
flit, glit, flutter, fly
sparkling sunbeams
in a zephyrous sky
©Molly Hogan, draft
Nix the comfort zone 
The result is wonderful! I love the fruity words for these birds! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thanks! I love how the finches brighten up as spring approaches.
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Absolutely love this. I have a fountain in front of my house that is often filled with bathing and splashing finches. Honored and grateful. Sending love and every blessing. You might want to check me out on Instagram, susan.Wooldridge
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What a delightful surprise to see your comment here this morning–as bright and welcome as a finch’s visit! Thanks so much for stopping by and for creating your wonderful book, which is an inspiration every time I browse through its pages!
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