Experimenting With Creative Writing
Water droplets meet grease on heat, so spit and hiss with rage.
Abruptly, sounds of summer reunite while wintry memories fade.
Yet chargrilled wings and smokey thighs taste better in the shade.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Sijo Challenge found here
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You miss so much when you are rushed.
A white dove’s feather softly falls,
As lions flex their golden paws.
A ripened berry’s body blushed,
Before it’s bursting flesh was crushed.
A stem will grow with twists and swirls,
Before a single petal curls.
Perfect flakes of snow melt so fast,
In less time than eclipses last.
Wander free but don’t miss life’s pearls.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
Add fuel to the golden fire,
To make us go higher.
We took flight with no wings,
Only colourful rings,
Clutching a woven basket.
It took a while to grasp it,
But once we were suspended,
It could be comprehended,
That there is more to life,
Than war and strife.
Our view is panoramic.
There is such a thing as magic.
Though with each refreshing sigh,
We draw closer to ravens in the sky.
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In response to dVerse’s flights of fancy challenge found here
Spiteful taunts and unwelcome prying.
Don’t let them see us crying.
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Nerds.
We wait, until after much lying,
We see the truth untying.
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Words.
We rose above, there’s no denying,
Our gravity-defying
Wings born from trying.
High flying
Birds.
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In response to Mindlovemisery’s Triquint prompt found here
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