I discovered wordpools in Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy. “I collect…hats, coins, cougars, old Studebakers,” she writes. “That is, I collect the words. Pith helmet, fragment, Frigidaire, quarrel, love seat, lily. I call gathering words this way creating a wordpool. This process helps free us to follow the words and write poems.”
When I read this, I’d been writing poems a long time, but the idea of collecting words to spark creativity was new to me. That a poem might be lurking in some random words—surge, hit, new, kiss, overall—fork, innocence, bumblebee, fingers—was exhilarating.
Around this time, the late 1990s, Magnetic Poetry kits appeared. I received many as gifts. They came in sheets, requiring the recipient to detach the words from each other. I’ve lost count of how many kits I processed this way, only to find the words I’d carefully separated uninspiring. Staring at a refrigerator covered with words that someone else selected did little for my creativity.
The best wordpools I make came from the newspaper: history, fringe, inspection, pattern, risk, untangle, or subject-specific writing, as in these words I found in an article about waterfalls: cascade, erosion, drop, plunge, plummet. I’ve also had some luck creating wordpools from my own writing. Some examples: “Object Lesson” began with cart, plastic, warning, children, words I found in one of my journals from 2018. I pulled ocean, explanation, distant, feet, trick from some of my unpublished poems; those words became “The Reflection of Visible Wavelengths.”
Like Wooldridge, I like to attach words to inanimate objects. For example, I propped “solitude” against my desk lamp. A jar of sea glass received “lighthouse;” a roll of masking tape, “clean,” a picture of a butterfly, “visitor.”
I made a wordpool from the titles of books on the shelves by my desk, and came up with the following phrases:
steal the good life
ideas make birds
I collected, rhyming
new seeds don’t cry
the beautiful survivor
Creating poems from wordpools never gets old. It feels like play, because it is. It’s the best kind of nerdy fun.
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