Twittering Tales challenge is hosted by Kat Myrman. The goal is to write a twitter-length story, in 140 characters or less. You can see the challenge HERE.
I just love this week’s image! ❤ And I wrote a tiny poem instead of a tale this time, it just appeared in that form in my head. XD
You cannot hear the flutter
And feel the wind beneath your wings
You cannot rise from the gutter
While crawling on your hands and knees
(132 characters)
This is an older poem, already published on this blog, but I changed word order in one sentence, then decided to post it again. XD
Do not be fooled so easily
With odour and colours of flowers.
(A rose is just a ruse
Leading you to thorns.)
Do not be dazzled blind
By the charming candlelight.
(A candle without fire
Leaves you in the dark.)
Do not let yourself believe
That warmth never ceases.
(Because winter always comes
But loss hurts less once it freezes.)
At times life feels like
Broken record on repeat
Circling endlessly
So, this is my first haiku on the blog! I just had to write at least one. 🙂
Image courtesy of pixabay.com
Between cruetly and kindness she dances
Like a candle in the dark of night;
She flickers and she twirls in circles
Changing colours, switching masks;
Living on the ballroom marble
But dreaming of the wet green grass.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com .
Challenge No : 4
You write it down
And cast it far away,
Hoping someone will find it
Somewhere in the sea of words,
In the atmosphere of versed clouds.
It often starts simply
With an image, a memory,
An emotion long forgotten,
Turning soon into something more,
Fictional but true.
You bare your soul,
And offer pieces of your mind.
Sometimes the feeling’s good,
Inspiration like a warm hug,
Other times it makes you weep,
Art born from pain once felt.
And you write on,
Cry out your poetry in silence,
Each letter a scream,
Each word laughter,
And you cast it in the air
For someone to find and read –
Your message in a bottle.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Past comes
When the night is dark
Little memories
You thought you forgot.
Dreams avoid you
Moonlight’s scarce
By your side
Lie shards of past.
But one night
Your window will show
Full moon shining
In full moon glow.
A change indeed
Comes from inside
Strength of wolves
And night vision eyes.
A new you
Now can shine
Moonlit shadows of the past
Disappear in the light.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
No one takes notice
Of one little kitty
Easy to trick you
Oh, what a pitty!
I do what I want
I never obey
I can walk upright
Now what do you say?
The littlest things
Have the power of will
I don’t play with yarn
I dress to kill.
In boots I walk
To make you see
That you should never
Make fun of me.
A silly little poem today, it was so fun to write. XD
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
I have nothing against princesses,
I like the sound of crackling fire,
and I’m very fond of cats,
but it doesn’t mean I don’t see
when injustice is being served.
Why are wolves always hunted
yet you forgive your cats
for killing birds and little mice
and bringing them as gifts?
Why is ice considered cruel
when fire can hurt as well?
Why are queens always evil
and princesses you root for?
I write my own fairy tale,
and I create a powerful queen
a woman needs not be weak
nor act sweet and for rescue wait
if she wants to be a heroine.
So I bestow on her a gift of ice,
ice-cold eyes, a power to create,
she will freeze you if you dare
in a tower lock her up,
she will make you disappear
before your wicked curse is uttered.
A magic mirror in her possession,
but who’s the fairest she doesn’t ask,
she uses it to uncover lies,
to see where’s a need to fight,
defend herself and all she loves,
a crown of ice on head held high.
She runs in the company of wolves,
with them she is always free,
she howls proudly at the moon
and hunts those who deserve it;
little girls that carry baskets
are not always what they seem,
sometimes a poisoned apple
and hidden thorns lie therein.
A queen, not a princess,
powerful and not naïve,
clever and not benign,
her touch so cold that it burns,
but that doesn’t mean she’s cruel.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Today, I thought it might be fun to share with you something that we do in school, with our students. By we, I mean my mentor and I, who are Croatian teachers, but it works in any language. This is a writing practice, or written expression exercise, and it’s quite simple but can give great and interesting results. It’s called the diamond poem, because the final result takes the shape of a diamond.
The task is to write a poem following these rules:
To make it simpler, it should look like this:
noun
verb verb
adjective adjective adjective
word word word word
adjective adjective adjective
verb verb
noun
Looks like a diamond, you see? 😉 Now, here’s my try at it. I chose love and indifference as the two opposite nouns to begin and end the poem with.
love
embraces smiles
warm soft changeable
passing time evanescent emotion
cold unexpected unstoppable
grabbs pains
indifference
So, what do you think? Would you like to try this form?
She thinks of him once more,
Of all the times they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
As he sleeps –
Unaware.
She thinks of dirt underneath their feet,
Soil damp and soft, a living thing,
She thinks of leaves floating in the air
Trees greeting them with a wave,
She thinks of the wind brushing her hair,
Songs of birds and crickets’ chirps,
She thinks of the cage she used to wear,
Gown caught by brambles, lacerated,
She thinks of the woods, cruel and kind,
Silence, music; warmth and cold.
She thinks of him once more,
Of the honesty they shared,
She thinks of him once more,
And then she leaves –
Far away.
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