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 | Alice's Wunderland | 1_word_at_a_time | Poetry | Poetry | 8 | 0.93 | Jan 7, 2012 |
Summary:Taking a break from Ruby Rose and feeling reflective, so thought I'd give poetry a crack. Not because I'm any good at it, but I wanted to play around with interpretations/double meanings.
I know as a poem this is really awkward - clumsy rhyming, lousy rhythm, annoying experimental pace ... so I'm looking more for suggestions on how to improve, rather than pointing out what I already know is crap.
I'm particularly looking for feedback on the content - I'm trying for the interpreting-alternative-meanings concept without being too obvious or too obscure ... walkin' the line, I guess.Chapters: |
| Casualty Of Battle | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 10 | 0.64 | Jan 29, 2011 |
Summary:This is a subject that has haunted me since I was a small girl with two uncles in the Korean War. One who slept with a gun under his pillow so we had to be careful waking him. He would break out in a sweat and moan. Most likely reliving.
Which is worse? Dying on a battlefield or the walking dying who live each day on the battlefield they left so long ago.
What are the 'trues reasons man goes off to battle?' I would thing they are varied but I would venture they had no clue what they were getting into. Nor did they truly understand who and why they were killing. To question your government was simply not done. Those who did lived in fear and isolation.
I have seen the walking dead. On street corners, silent in wheel chairs unable to meat the eyes of the onlookers. For what will he or she see? Disgust? Pity? Any true understanding how devastated these souls are and how for some, death would have been kinder.
There is no way I can understand nor fully see into the heart and life of one at war. I can't. But I do recognize the horror when I see it reflected and the total lack of life in blank staring eyes who long ago gave up the will to get anyone to understand.
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| The Wheelchair | pannastra | Short Story | Flash Fiction | 6 | 0.56 | May 25, 2010 |
Summary:I'd better explain a couple of things which may have you scratching your head.
Muti = Af for medicine, poison, etc etc.
Sun-downer = a drink (or 3) imbibed at about the time the sun’s going down, being 5:30 – 6:30 around these parts.
I look forward to comments.Chapters: |
| Living In The Shadows | flowing pencil | Poetry | Poetry | 11 | 0.66 | May 18, 2010 |
Summary:This is an attempt to portray my view of a homeless vet. I can only hope I do him justice. I don't want it to sound sappy or cliche so do your job and let me have it if I didn't capture this with the honor due.
I see these men all the time in Seattle and surrounding towns.
What works? What doesn't? I will rework this until it is worthy.Chapters: |
| Late Summer Love | Miss Anni | Poetry | Young Adult | 5 | 0.31 | Jul 31, 2006 |
Summary:This was written as I pondered the magnitude of my situation. My husband and I are both in our 60's, and got married in August, 2005; he after 30 years divorced, myself after 15 years. We met on-line; it was love at first e-mail, and was a long distance courtship, of sorts! He had just had surgery for cancer; I was a full-time missionary in D.C.The wedding was the wedding of my dreams! But, because of his health situation(there is no cancer!), things are moving a lot more slowly than I would like! We still can't be very active, but hope to travel a lot...whenever!!! This is the first time I have done this; your feedback is truly welcome!Chapters: |
