I had a horseshoe magnet in childhood. It pulled on metal objects such as forks and spoons. I felt like a magician and sifted through flower pots and along the lawn to attract black whiskers of metal from the earth. What fun to watch them spread out at the magnet's ends.
Writing to break the mind set can happen this way also. If I decide to write about time. What else will my mind moves attract?
What's time, an illusion created by someone who did not know what to do with sand. Scrunched it in an hourglass. Saved time, a ridiculous notion in any case to preserve a potion clutched by a dragonfly's feet. Kidnap time, hold it hostage. While time melts, I sigh and look out the window to see the pepper trees have murbled the clouds. Leaves burbled their shouts of green way past noon. The crows did not nap till a phoebe moved a flicker and feathers tickled the morning.. Blue can't be taken down or swept around. The breeze brightens past sounds like taffeta. schwoooosh. I smell cinnamon buns baking somewhere with frosting that drips from my chin. Raisins scrunch, looking for a home. Time teases a word past the tail of a mockingbird. White rabbit clutches his watch always late. late. late. Go race ahead of my fingers. Can rabbits spell and spill incongruity before screams invented yogurt? It tastes all naughty and smells like fun. Sunlight slathered the mad as if a pattern fell off and tasted a trickle of sensibility. Dragons of daylight spew their fire burning clocks and digital chicanery. Dawn and Dusk try for the green flash at the horizon. No one wins. Time's friction of fingers could sustain their breaths past 2 pm. Those glows of green that awaken you in the morning.
Creative Write: Try magnetizing words for fifteen minutes. Write about time.
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