I haven’t visited the Pub in so very long! I was happy to see this challenge as I love my Thesaurus! Check it out here
There were two prompts to choose from – this is the first choice Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).
The bellow I heard was a dissonant sound I could feel the loud blabber through the dirt on the ground Poetically troubled and embellished with horror My mind tried to grasp that the man was a snorer Instead of just sitting and feeling the wrath I imagined myself getting in a hot bath This helped calm my mind and clear all the clamour Even though my deep voice continued to stammer I walked right away trying to keep myself happy Realizing listening to this was like a bad, dirty nappy.
This is the second choice: Simply write about the Thesaurus, as the above poets have – what it means to you; describe it, have fun with it. Let the synonyms flow, or antagonise with antonyms.
There are no restrictions on poetry style or meter but those of you who like Acrostics might want to make a nine liner for THESAURUS.
The Cat brings a Thesaurus
So the Cat in the Hat came back to the house with a book in his hands too big for a mouse He loved this great book since its loaded with words he couldn’t wait to show them since the amount was absurd He knew that the kids would love a book such as this Like the Swiss love the alps there’s not one word to miss.
Back in the day out in the wood there was a small place a place that was good and in this nice place where people did live they gathered their wares for something to give they’d go right outside and stand in the yard throwing out food it wasn’t that hard the animals would come and they’d eat all the treats that was the extent of the small family’s feats they all stood there happy to feed all around Since during the winter food couldn’t be found
As I stood in the hall Trembling with fear A sign of the times A draft in the air I noticed a fray In the paint on the door As critters ran quickly Across a pass on the floor They lingered for seconds To notice the flow A slight little breeze drifting this way and fro So I chased all my fears And I spelled out my fate I won’t act too rash Oh how I hate to be late But with nothing but luck I reach towards the wall And turn on the light Goodbye fear and all.
Fandango offers us this photo from Erean @ Morguefile.com for his flash fiction challenge this week. For the visually challenged writer, the image shows the silhouette of a woman on a stage, provocatively posed sitting on a chair with the starry night sky behind her and also reflected on the stage floor.
This is a poem even though this is a flash fiction challenge. I mean it is ficticious.
If I lay my head back with my neck to the sky will you come here and hold me, keep hold while I cry? I need you to be here no matter what time Your love means so much now, your love is sublime.
It wasn’t like the days before Where stones were hard And breath was sour It took a few tries, but I don’t mind Spread a spark under my behind But icy looks and legends lost Enchanted forests full A clue to find a friend thats lost A feather of a gull And once the brew is quickly made Scented with the dew I find that I am still enthralled By the likes of you.