You’ve all seen the little brilliant magnetic words. They come in various languages and themes. They spill over your refrigerator, offering up a pastime and, in my humble opinion, a doorway to your Muse.
We are about to buy a new home, so I don’t have the words on my fridge; however, today I pulled out the little container they are in and randomly wrote on my desk with them. Here is the result:
If beauty was you
then love is ugly,
its smell a knife,
and language…the tongue
you must trudge beneath.
I think I will add it to my SMILEY BIKINI DEATH POETRY collection. It seems to fit with the rest of the random phrases I refer to as poetry.
Either way, it has me thinking of story ideas.
My best friend has German Fridge Poetry. One of our favorite games (because I don’t speak German well, ok at all) is for me to arrange the words and then for her to do a dramatic recitation for us. Sometimes it is total gibberish and others it is quite brilliant.
I suppose that is where I got the idea to arrange the words on my desk without looking to see what I was picking.
Go ahead and try it! See where it takes you.
What is the best fridge poem you have ever written?
