So cold! I’ve had this pack of magnets for years, almost a decade. Words make such nice decor and it makes me ever so glad I bought them. If you’ve seen a pack at your local bookstore, they’re fun to play with from time to time, go for it! I wouldn’t mind a few new packs.
Even when I neglect these magnets, I love the way they look on my fridge:
I’ve created a few poems from them before, poems people liked. In fact, people keep telling me they’re too short, but I’m not sure what to add. Only so many words in the pack, and my styles fail to sync up between fridge and desk. Another thing I like about these magnets, they force me to choose words more carefully.
It’s pretty, but I’m so tired of winter~
Started out as a poem about flying while I watched birds out the window, morphed into flying under the sea because sky was in the first poem and soaring beneath a blue sky seemed too common an image. I love words! So it became a mini-poem celebrating poetry.
Rainy day and an attempt to capture the sound of rain against the boulders outside. I’m a sucker for poetry about rain. To me, rain embodies poetry, the sound, the feel and sight, a life-giving essence.
Finally, the last, which I admit being quite fond of:
This one is fun for me to interpret because I put various ideas into it. It means and speaks to so many images, situations, and stories. It potentially sounds like something a cutter would say, but I’ve never done stuff like that (I’m a huge baby about pain and never once contemplated suicide).
Playing with these entertains my brain while I watch my son at the bus stop each morning. The kitchen window provides a clear view of his stop, with the side of my fridge at my elbow.
Do you have one of these packs? Do you want one? I’m not sure they sell them anymore, I bought mine at Walden’s Books in Illinois.
In keeping with the poems, here is a rainy view from the fridge poetry window: