Collecting Words

I love the book Poemcrazy, and I return to it again and again. In one of the first chapters, the author talks about her passion for collecting things -- including words. She discusses the value of creating wordpools. From those pools, poems can spring up because words always carry meaning.

Here are some words I love:
swagger, swelter, swish, swoon
whisper, welt, wisp, wonder
frost, fragment, fracture, frontier
flame, flash, fluid, fluctuate
strike, strum, stilts, stab
avarice, acrimony, admonish, acorn

That boy
once an acorn
all baby blues and tow-headed
clinging to his mama's side

Now a tree, grown
he strums a guitar
with swagger
writing lyrics that pierce

His future, a frontier
I will let go
He will find his way

This is a horrible poem. I actually accept that. My poems usually just arrive, can't really be forced, which is what I've done here. But this is the experiment. I will play with words. Sometimes it will be magical, and other times it will be like today.