shrill allegations piercing souls raised fingers I’ll break some day… What are they trying to make me feel guilty about? I want to give them mirrors which show pictures like those of Dorian Gray podcasts which repeat their word bullets smash their eardrums deep sense of inadequacy their egos demand unquestioning obedience as they get … Continue reading Cacophony
Sleep tight my poet for in your dream world you go colouring your sphere whose fleeting tenure not break with wild realm of reality the kiss of the muse and so inspiration comes curdles long life in short time with pleasure, pain, faith, hope and love; I never believe in dreams – they were just for kids like one of their childish games but you came and I’m in flames – I’m still smiling with that beam; now I believe in daydreams hoping you are my mainstream as my heart you have inflamed – dreams to be with you.
To sleep, perchance to dream Horses gallop across moonbeam To dream, ah, that is so divine Sailing across the river Rhine Where all her thoughts meshed And waking up feeling refreshed Playing on each other in different fields It’s as rough as a public park, the outfield
A couple of stories written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #194. The prompt was to write something using polysyndeton. I decided to write a couple of stories, 1 long, complex sentence each.
Tactile Night
Couldn’t sleep (or wouldn’t,) so I went for a walk and when I stepped from the warmth of the hallway, the sky launched itself at me and the cold carried me down the street as the branches curled above, and I walked and walked and felt like a strange, grey thing, but then my thoughts slid into the shades as I saw something on the street, a shape stopping beneath a street lamp, its ears poking upward, steam rising around it, and then it rushed towards me, without sound, and I moved in a walk, but then ran, ran, and ran, and my legs slowed and wobbled and shrunk into the concrete, and the creature rose…
A sage suggestion and an important part of everyday and every night, for that matter, communication because before and if and when we decide to utter wiseacre and detrimental remarks acting like egotistical smart alecks and real know-it-alls, we should think long and hard and strictly think again and again about how our garrulous unkind and disrespectful words impact and even leave emotional scarring on the vulnerable and hapless souls struggling through life each and every day here there and everywhere, a daymare and even a nightmare for each precious moment of every single hour of the day, and years upon years to eternity, unfortunately.
It is art of creating complex sentences, by using conjunctions instead of commas.
Write a sentence, or maybe you can pull a story or flash fiction or poem in this style.
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The darkness of night had fallen long ago and although we all were tired after the labors of our busy day we could not find solace in restful sleep so I asked grandpa to tell us a story not a horror story mind you but something like the fairy tales of the old but grandpa being grandpa had other ideas and when he started clapping his hands and tapping his feet we knew that he was going to entertain us with his favorite Scottish ballads and that was exactly what he did he sang song after melodious song entertaining us all and…
Welcome back! Some of you may already be aware of what I’m going to mention. It may be a literary adventure for some. I came across ‘literary devices’ while scanning the net. The link is given at the end of this piece. PROMPT 194 I chose one called POLYSYNDETON for this prompt. It is art … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge #194
Jim Rohn said it long back, “You are the average of five people close to you, ” and it includes the authors, speakers, gurus you are influenced by. I keep writing and revising the list, wondering if I’m on the right path, or do I need to change it to meet my goals. It’s a … Continue reading Gurus and followers
Shhh! It’s your turn now, the skies have turned dark,
The dragons have masked the all glistening Sun,
From a place far away, they’ve come in drones,
Like bees that suck nectar from flowers, they’ve come in drones,
Are those obscure stars peeking, now that skies have turned dark?
In drones from a land sans sunshine, land without mighty Sun,
While the flock fly away, all but one remain, unmasking Sun,
Taking with them secret of Earth with their remote controlled drone,
All this while it was light, they’ve turned the settings to frigid dark.
A red ball of furious Sun, in throes of drone of dark.
Poetry form :- Tritina
More about Tritina :-
The Tritina is a modern form created by cutting down the Sestina. Like a Sestina this form repeats the end words of each stanza. The form is made up of three triplets…