“Sure, eyes are expressive. But there’s so much more we can do with our fingers — today’s word prompt — from opening a gift and plucking a guitar to signing words and waving goodbye. If you want to go beyond actual digits, you could write about any finger-shaped object you find interesting, or about something that comes into frequent contact with your fingers: a ring, your keyboard, a glove.
Today’s suggested form might sound like an oxymoron: the prose poem. Unlike some of the other forms we experimented with — say, the limerick — a prose poem, by definition, has no fixed rules. Whether a reader sees the prose or the poetry in it hinges on a variety of factors beyond your control.
We’ve tackled alliteration last week — the strategic repetition of consonants in close proximity to each other. Today, let’s give assonance a try. It’s the same thing, only with vowels.
Assonance is subtler than alliteration, but can have a profound cumulative effect on a poem, especially when the repeated sound resonates somehow with the topic you’re writing about.”
(Written with Eminem’s rapping style in mind)
Today’s poem has been guest blogged on Harsh Reality!
Sobering reading for the aspiring / self-published author but truth be told this is something I knew about – the possibility, nay certainty of commercial failure. Indeed for most of my life its been a belief that failure as a writer is certain that has kept me from trying. You think to yourself:
“it ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son”
Writing with my eyes open…
What Happens When (Virtually) No One Buys Your Book — Medium.
Today’s word is trust: write a poem in which you address, reflect on, or tell a story about the feeling of trusting or being trusted by another (person, animal, object, potted plant…). Or about distrusting them (or not being trusted yourself).
Today’s word prompt is journey. Write a poem about anything that word evokes for you, from the excitement of a trip you’re about to embark on, the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about. Today’s form: Limericks (Personally keeping to characters from my novel)
Flow, like water. Drown the unfortunate.
Writing 201: Water “Today, let’s write a poem about water. And/or a haiku. And/or use a simile.”
(Parental Advisory: Violent Imagery)
It would seem beginning to blog is helping me to start writing my novel (as I had hoped it would).
1st things first I’ve started laying out my opening scene in Scrivener. (Link for anyone who doesn’t know about Scrivener.)
I’ve had movie style daydreams my entire life and always had a view that I should write them down and develop them properly. (I even graduated with a film production degree from University of Westminster I’ve never used).
So yet again we engage in the yearly rituals of the season. Visit mum and dad or go to a lecture or a gathering. Is it halal or haram to say merry Christmas or seasons greetings. The community reminds me of the film characters from this year and the year before last who forget half their lives every time they went to sleep. For my own part I had intended that this year I would be out of the country traveling but things didn’t work out that way. I visited far in November instead of April and that was the last of my plans that didn’t work out.