Deliberate Writing Practice 3
October 3, 2016 19:41
The Challenge:
Write a paragraph of about five sentences, more or less, in which you:
- Describe a character’s disappointment or yearning.
- Involve something “red”, or something connected to “red”–sunsets, blood, red velvet cupcakes etc.
- Use only words of one syllable.
My attempt:
“Tell me”, I pause, “how can the colour red represent both love and violence at the same time?” “I guess that in heartbreak a person becomes bitter, angry and cold. It’s one thing to fall fiercely in love and another thing to feel so broken that you can’t find happiness even in the sunrise”, he said as his faced turned away from mine. I lie down in the field of wildflowers and stretch my arms up to reach the blue sky. “One day, when I find a love like that, I will never look back.” A tear drop lines my face as I think…
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LONDON, ENGLAND: INNER CHILD
October 3, 2016 14:49
“I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.” ~Simone de Beauvoir
El oso. Moris
October 3, 2016 14:37
Esas canciones que están en nuestro corazón…
Yo vivía en el bosque muy contento,
caminaba, caminaba sin parar.
Las mañanas y las tardes eran mías,
por la noche me tiraba a descansar.
Pero un día vino el hombre con sus jaulas,
me encerró y me llevó a la ciudad.
En el circo me enseñaron las piruetas,
y así yo perdí mi amada libertad.
“Conformate” me decía un tigre viejo,
“nunca el techo y la comida han de faltar,
sólo exigen que hagamos las piruetas
y a los niños podamos alegrar”.
Han pasado cuatro años de esta vida,
con el circo recorrí el mundo así.
Pero nunca pude olvidarme de todo,
de mis bosques, de mis tardes y de mí.
Ahora piso yo el suelo de mi bosque,
otra vez el verde de la libertad.
Estoy viejo, pero las tardes son mías,
vuelvo al bosque, estoy contento de verdad.
En…
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Biting Down
October 3, 2016 14:02
I’m finding it hard to concentrate
Thoughts speaking without raising their hands
Raising their voices
Without being called on
Problems scribbled on the blackboard of my heart
Lacking a solution for their missing parts
Attempts to steady my shaking hands
Replacing God where there was once man
I try to sit alone and quiet down
A smile traced on my face
…They all think she is ok
What if life behaved in an opposite way?
Where we just spoke the truth
Of how we really were on any given day
I would say,
…I am biting down with weak teeth
I am spitting out these words just to stop the nervous tweaks
I am holding it all in
I am under the water, freezing my breath
…becoming the hustler of life’s test
Shadowboxing the unrest
The hive is loose
And it is I they seem to choose
Their stings…
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