I Don't Know What Came Over Me

Then There Was The Time I Lost My Mind for a Month

What is it?

  • This site the fault of Leslee and Patry, via Qarrtsiluni.

    Here's the premise:

    Every day, Dictionary.com publishes a Word of the Day. I will display it here. If I like the word, I will try to come up with a poem using it by the end of the day. If you like the word, go ahead and write your own poem and post it in the comments, also by the end of the day, if you can.

    While you are here, please play nicely with others. Spam will be summarily deleted, as will anything obviously abusive or malicious in my opinion. Also, please note that everything written here remains the intellectual property of whoever wrote it. Therefore, you are not allowed to copy or republish anything here unless whoever wrote the bit you want to use tells you in writing that it's okay.

    Problems? Comments? Write to me, Sara, at SaraArts dot com.

    Have fun with this!

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I like the way you used the word of the day here, in an unexpected and subtler manner. That delicacy underscores the brute power and pain that comes later in the story. Again, nicely done.


Very nice. And fast! Interesting shift out to the cosmos and back down, and into, the ground. The hard rock vs. the hands of the juicy live creatures; beautiful stones and the ugliness to create them. Nice contrasts.


Thanks, guys. I've been experimenting with a new form lately (well, new to me, anyway) where I just try to cram everything I see into this kind of fast out-spill of a single thought. I don't know if there's a name for this kind of writing. It's sort of like stream of consciousness, but focused and pointed -- although sometimes the only point is to paint a picture of a scene, or to evoke a specific feeling without saying what that feeling is, just drawing a picture of what gave rise to it, just like when I paint or draw outdoors with more concrete materials. It's an attempt to quickly record everything that hits my mind and senses at one moment as I experience it or as I look at one space or one object (though each poem is definitely edited).

Some of my efforts in this experiment have been more successful for various readers than others. Glad you enjoyed this one. :)

patry Francis

I especially like the last lines. They balance the strength of the word "immolate." And yes, it is a great word!


Don't you love it? (The word, I mean.) So far, the words here that have been the most fun for me to use have all been the strong, musical, passionate Latin words, e.g., immolate, adjure, virago, etc. I've been having a uniformly harder time with words of more northern ancestry, which I tend to think of as clunky, e.g., pelf, bruit, and mawkish. Oh, well, stretching is what this is all about. :)

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