Symbolism

Fight to Write: Symbolism (I am having a go)

  • colour symbolism
  • connotative language (especially verbs!)
  • allusions

Hmmm…. subtle hints and beating around the bush; negative or positive colouring of actions; and ideas or qualities summed up in a hue. What theme shall I tie it all to?  I’ll give myself a choice of three…

  1. Death
  2. Love
  3. Pain, of the inescapable kind.

It’s 15:23 and I am cold, and the pot of water is boiling faster on the stove.

Faster than I can run and stop it.

With a blow.

The steam dissipates

and my cup is empty, hollow,

and bone white

I pour the boiling liquid by the brimful

One for you

One for me

Taste of amber, on the tip of my tongue

Burning memories permanently over hazier sun-filled days

You wait for the steam to slow its roiling

and sip when almost cool…

Eyes setting below rim of your cup

beaming directly at me.

Drained, the cup is stained

with a glimmering reflection.

It’s 15:30 and it took a shorter time than I thought.

~

I reckon I was greedy and swallowed all three for my theme!

Cascade Poem

He melted hearts
He wanted the love
I wanted to give

Wide eyes saddened
Chin wrinkled in earnest
He melted hearts

Tears welled and spilled
tiny hands clenched
He wanted the love

My heart broke in itty-bitty pieces
Each piece fed him the love
I wanted to give

~

The first stanza holds the last lines for each following stanza… Fight to Write!

I probably took an hour to write this. It took seven attempts to get something that was even vaguely serious. I had to get off the computer and scrawl on a large piece of paper. I drew a picture of the structure to get it into my mind. Then filled the structure with nonsense, to find out what I didn’t know. Then came up with a formula. Filled in the formula with nonsense. Then made a serious attempt and did some editing to paint the picture smoothly.

My daughter looked at Ace Baker’s poem and wrote a four-line set of stanzas, straight off, awesome, in a matter of minutes. (See it on her blog, Radioactive Eyeball) My son grumbled about having to do poetry, carefully looked at and analysed Ace’s poem, and wrote a three-line set, awesome, in a matter of minutes, and posted it at Shaquin’s Blog. Am I feeling less than awesome? YES!

I enjoy figuring out the structure of things, and sorting out a formula.

I enjoy creating pictures – I turn off the rest of my mind, and things flow easily.

Doing this stuff? Is like paddling against the flow of the whitewater. It almost rips my arm off.

Short-term memory is needed in a certain area of the brain where pictures are not made. I have some trouble with mine! I am proud of my effort… and yet somehow wish to spare myself the pain. Long term memory will kick in, and my structures and formulas will stand by me as trusted friends, once they have hung around long enough to be accepted as more than passing acquaintances. That means writing every day.

(sigh)

I commit to the pain.

Inspiration and love of learning

When you look for something, it will eventually turn up. I am learning to write, and find inspiration in other bloggers posts, and comments. OM is my unofficial writing guru which I feel he would probably never acknowledge… and what I learn from him is probably unquantifiable, indescribable and I admit totally addictive.

Today I found my official writing teacher, and I am determined to follow his blog, and try out everything he has to offer. Fight to Write! I like Ace Baker’s passion for writing, which is greater than his desire for money. And I like how he overcame the negative effects of someone who ought not to have been called ‘teacher.’