What is Poetry?

It’s when an arm and a leg come off,
and squirt all over the page.

It’s when your heart could not be contained
within your chest, so it leapt out on to the paper,
and danced a jig.

It’s when the sorrow overtook you
and turned the tears into a watercolour
of words, inked into permanence.

It’s when an elephant stomped its tracks
through your brain, and the noise
echoed through your fingertips
in mini-stomps over a keyboard.

It’s the after-image
of a thought that got away
from a tight leash
unmuzzled.

It’s the wild frothy waves
ever reaching for the shore
of understanding
Sometimes close,
Sometimes far away.

It’s the shake-everything-up
storm outside, that barrages
the emotions and hurls tears
pummelling at the windows
as we cower inside
waiting for the rage
to subside.

It’s the old man whispering
words of wisdom with
last breath.
Dying softly
at the end of each phrase.

It’s the young girl dreaming
(sorrows tucked into a sleeve)
sunshine trickling from tears
unshed.

It’s the boy dancing in the trees
with stars overhead
singing for the pure joy in his heart.
And the same man, bowed in pain
as he glances up at a streetlight
as he limps through thick fog.

Poetry is a voice
in the dark.
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This was fun. What is poetry to you?

Feeling two different ways

…about the same situation.

Using alliteration, assonance, consonance, euphony and cacophony as described at Fight to Write! (Thanks Ace!)

initial ideas…

  • death of an abuser
  • death of an incestuous family member
  • death by suicide

DEATH DEATH DEATH
DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD
HATE HATE HATE
Grief stroked her hair
laid her down and covered her face
with kisses
cold comfort
Cry out and wail
sob and flail
useless hands
against
him.
DEAD
DEAD
GONE
sweet breath of relief
fears release
sharp pain, anguish, despair
Crunching up the gravel path
stony stare
DEATH

GONE
Open wound bare
Tended with care
Love lives where fear fled

Dread departed
We gather to forget-
me-not
ever
see you again.

Add a Something Flash Fiction #3

Thanks to all who joined in on the last one!

This one has rules… you’re allowed to break them…

The rules are to make it real quick to finish one story.

First comment is the beginning
Second comment is the middle
Third comment is the end

No topic – the first comment sets the scene.

Have a go 🙂

Add a Something Flash Fiction.

Here’s a boost to get creative with some buddies in your spare time. Let go of control of the narrative, and enjoy or look on in horror at where the story ends! For those who believe in having a bit of a laugh. By the way, breaking the rules really means you can break the rules. Be creative! Write only one word. Or ten. It can be nonsense, that’s fine. Let’s get rid of any writer’s blocks and get the words flowing from the brain, prompting others to follow suit.

Choose a Title:

  1. Chainsaws Bite.
  2. Whose Dog Ate That?
  3. The Piano Thief.

150 Words Flash Fiction

The first person writes the first 50 words.

The second person writes the second 50 words.

The third person writes the third 50 words.

That makes the Beginning, the Middle, and the End.

Extras

Anyone can contribute a photograph or picture to go at the top of the story.

Rules can be broken.

More than one story can be started at a time. Choose a title, and get started, and then join in on other beginnings, or middles, or ends. You’re welcome to add them here as comments, or start them on your own blog and link here to attract others to join in on your blog.

I’ll comment below to get it all started. Hmmmm…. which title will I choose….. oh, feel free to choose your own title and get started like that!