11:10 a.m. — San Antonio
listening to Dave Grohl singing Blackbird
Hello, everyone. I am a trifle behind so let’s get right to it. A word day, yes? Still. Do you feel the slowing down within what’s around you? I find when I think the word still, there is a moment that feels so. I know it has to do with the i and the ll’s, possibly the initial s, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.
The meanings, though, they are of interest because they are quite varied. When I hear still, I think unmoving. A logical offshoot, then, is the meaning quiet. We can have tranquility or noiselessness. A little harder to see is the meaning even yet, as in, Still, I don’t know about going into the storm. To see how that works and to look more closely at etymology and meanings, I have given you two links.
As to what to do with the word, Choose one meaning and have the poem reflect that meaning.
Or, looking at the pages I gave you (or another you prefer), use several synonyms within the body of the poem, but not the word still.
Or, create an image that embodies stillness. Choose words that sound still.
Or, go your own way.
Play with that and I look forward to seeing what arises. I shall see you Thursday for links and next Tuesday for another prompt.
Happy writing, all.