In MyI never expected Pale pink plaster, and white Reflecting dead wooden feet Signs saying ‘Thank you’ Hushed church in a big city Metal braces Birds’ twitter A crowded road outside And the melancholy of Having something support you When you can’t walk on your own feet.In My
Writing is not She can stop you in your tracks. She doesn't even need to touch you. Your eyes cover her from head to toe and when you are finished, you are changed. You know the shape of her so well that some say you don't even need to see every part; your brain guesses the gaps.Writing is not
She doesn't need to say a word. You hear her voice within your head. She shows you things that cannot be seen. She holds the key to worlds that cannot exist.
She is full of secrets, so open to interpretation. She i
This Feeling of LoveThis feeling of love percolates the whole of the room, Prickly and uncomfortable, short-sighted and dolorous. It clings like scent to the furniture, holds itself in the nose Like thick air. I am so aware of it that I could almost suffocate. Can’t everyone else feel it? It burrows inside the skin, ripe And difficult to ignore. Yet everyone else is calm, still Talking about meaningless things, about the Clammy weather outside, about the state Of the world today, about the awful New buildings being put up by The government, and so on; Into the dreariness of Ignoring lovThis Feeling of Love
Heaviness. Heavy flowers.I understand.Heaviness. Heavy flowers.
But you have raised a daughter who has spent years learning not
to care a jot
what the others think, when she dresses strangely and stares into space, or reads when all else watch tv.
Today she is feeling sad. Disconsolate. The radiator Dismantled upstairs, her brain the same. Hiding beneath the table. Today lost a good friend. He might be found again &
Aural Devices: A Guide, Part 1Using Aural Devices in Poetry I: Sound UnitsAural Devices: A Guide, Part 1
An Introduction: What Are Aural Devices, and Why Should I Use Them?
Aural devices (also known as sound devices, aural imagery, or prosodic devices) are "a writer's strategic use of language...to evoke images and create sounds within his or her work." It's descriptive language that appeals to the senses--in this case, obviously sound--to re-create a sensory experience that the poet felt when composing their poem, or in the scene or emotions they're conveying, as well as being a powerful rhetoric device to let your words resonate with the reader.
The
In Honour of the Occasion
Artistic
Much appreciated.
--
I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
--
How wonderfully pointless it is.
--
"La vita è vita...Che sia avvolta da pelle, piume, o scaglie." (Babylon 5)
--
"Don't forget that I cannot see myself. My role is limited to being the one who looks in the mirror." - French poet Jacques Rigaut
Previous Page12345...Next Page