The moments that pass in the blink of an eye,
Are often the ones we crave most,
They’re the seconds that fleet but endure ‘til the grave,
While all else will but fade as a ghost.
So here’s my first poem using the new words I learned today.
His mien betrays him not;
quiescent and solitary,
the macramé of this court is about to be undone
by a loose strand they would never think to suspect -
a miasma like sand on wet skin hovers,
unwilling to shift without first causing discomfort,
an isthmus from poverty to power,
as the villein slips from his quarters,
knife and intentions concealed to all but himself.
Firstly regarding the title,
**ALLITERATION WIN**
*ahem* anyway -
This is a past-time I may indulge in more often; I thoroughly enjoyed it; not just expanding my vocabulary, but also as it forces you to narrow and hone your selection in the scope of writing possibilities based on the specific and newly-acquired words you are including.
Before I post my first attempt, general vote; would people like me to list the new words or locate them and their definition for yourselves?
:)
I’m going to sit and look up new words in the dictionary,
and then once I have learned 5, I’m going to write a poem with them included.
That’s the most productive part of my evening sorted, then.
Sent by: Steph
Subject: Little girl sitting in a corner.
Little girl sitting in a corner,
content and undistracted;
inhabiting infinite worlds in imagination,
yet perceived as sad and lonely -
a delusion as far from the beautiful truth
as the stars are from the hands she clasps her wishes in.
Okay here’s the challenge folks -
You send me a short description of a generic person / collection of people / specific named person, even someone you know; it could be two words such as ‘old librarian’ or a sentence with more detail.
You can either give me just the person or assign them to a certain situation or circumstance…and I will attempt to write a short creative, possibly quite abstract piece about them.
I would like to highlight the word ‘attempt’ at this point.
I will not reveal the identity of the person/character given unless asked to do so…just in case my writing is misunderstood and somehow offends or upsets.
Okay? GO.
:)
Thanks for your input!
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Usually it’s short pieces of creative writing or poetry I do…I could ask for suggestions, if people are likely to send any? I am happy to do more than one piece of writing!
Maybe I’ll set the challenge I did last time - Three words of your choice, and a maximum word count.
Unless anybody else has a better idea!!
I’m all ears.
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Perhaps some sort of writing?
I’ve done a short writing challenge before…I could do the same, or try something a little different?
What’s your opinion, my dear Aussies and Stateside early-risers?
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I miss the blissful ring of your every spoken syllable as they slip through the air like sand seeping over the contours of an open hand.
I miss the occasional glimpse as you guide your eyes into the path of mine, and the inevitable smile that follows; a pearly pathogen that grows upon a face of beauty I couldn’t forget even if I wanted to.
I miss the assurance that came with knowing that my sentences were not uttered in vain, but carefully collected - a thousand blossoming words harvested by your delicate hands and formed into bouquets beautiful in your mind.
I miss the apparent ease with which you fashion conversation with me, and invite me to share in the contents of your soul and the chained utterances that line your throat, afraid to venture beyond your closed lips.
I miss the way that you used to greet me with an excitement and joy I could never hope to fathom or justify, but that I always hoped to work to maintain.
I miss the time when our feelings were secrets, kept encased in one-way glass hearts - our relationship an open canvas ready to be defined, decorated; left awash in colour with no trace of fear.
I miss the you I came to know beyond the her that strangers see.
Father, wreck and rebuild me I pray,
For there’s so much unsaid that I have wanted to say,
So many things I have seen rise and fall,
As I stand feeling heavy, no movement at all,
Teach me to cling to Your hope alone,
To set my sights daily at the foot of Your throne,
Though I’m weak and imperfect, a cracked mound of clay,
Father,
Potter,
Wreck and rebuild me I pray.
…at least, not my novel.
I also got a call concerning the Railway Children play i’m performing in…
the lad playing the lead male has had to drop out and the director wants me to step in with 3 weeks until the show.
Er, what.
So many things to consider right now.
In other news, I might do another guitar cover before rehearsals.
:)
In other things -
For those of you who don’t know, I have a US phone number, so if you are stateside and wish to have lovely text conversation, inbox me your number and we’ll make it happen!
:)
Isaac began shedding tears once again, his voice reduced to a whisper-
“…she’s perfect.”
Thoughts of Anna flooded his mind – the softness of her brunette hair as he ran it softly through the skin between his fingers, her eyes so evergreen and the sound of her laugh. Most prominent of all, the way she said ‘I love you’ – a beautiful string of syllables that, when articulated from her mouth, could raise shipwrecks from the ocean floor and restore broken wings to the skies.
He covered his face with his hands, wiping tears away while smearing blood from the wound on his left.
“…I just want her back.”
The stranger took a moment to let this sink in, weighing up whether or not he believed what Isaac was saying in his despondent state.
“Interesting. You mean to tell me she really never told you about what happened?”
Isaac shook his head from within the hold of his hands.
“…Oh, this is good. This is better than good.”
“Why is that good? What happened?” Isaac asked, a fraction of him not wanting to know the answer for fear of how bad it might be. Especially if it warranted the need for this monster to come after her.
Maybe you can save her.
“I said, what happened?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
Today I wrote a line in my novel that I am rather pleased with.
This was my day.
…that’s much better.
Now to reward myself with cereal.
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