“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy of your own, one in which the abstraction of sadness is communicated not through abstract words, but physical detail. This may not be a “fun” prompt, but loss is one of the most universal and human experiences, and some of the world’s most moving art is an effort to understand and deal with it.”
“Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own dramatic monologue. It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare, of course, but try to create a sort of specific voice or character that can act as the “speaker. . .”
Kind of just used Browning’spoem for this, and ignored most of the monologue bit. “My Last Duchess,” by Robert Browning.
Browning’s last Duchess, a smile illuminates well,
Her cheerful words, her eyes glimmer bright, but —
Most would think, the duke at her offed; she fell —
From grace, honour tainted in death for but,
Smiling, cheeks roses sweet blooms praised.
Eyes lustrous, though shereviles his lust —
For an heir, for her each breath, so she gazed.
Drowning in the time others braved, didn’t steal.
Short death revealed a pale Duchess life-raised.
Who rolledeyes at Duke’s pleas; he gasped, blood congealed.
Poison breeds poison, a last Duchess seethed.
His fortune, grins meet; twolast Duchess‘ breathe.
“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?”
For OctPoWriMo Day 20 the prompt is time stands still. Also combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s MenagerieSaturday Mix double-take Prompt. The word homophone sets this week are: groan– reaction to hearing a pun, and groan– has gotten larger, and guessed– past tense of guess, along with, guest– a visitor.
“Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. But I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey, and reminds us to cherish every moment because they’ll never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we lived.” ~Captain Picard, Star Trek: Generations
Thanks to Gospel Isosceles from #dVerse Poetics Pub, for hosting Poetics on a Loop. Today’s sad theme:
“This day, September 11, will always be a dizzying one for how it comes around on the calendar and slings us, willingly or not, back to that fateful day in world history. What better place to convene than at the concentric point of the dVerse Poets Pub and share our own histories?”