The afternoon was divided in to two parts: Poetry and Prose.
The activity given for the Poetry Workshop on the day was:
Head outside, find somewhere to sit. In 10 minutes, write whatever comes to you about the scene laid in front of you. Write anything and everything that comes to mind about the scene. Editing comes later.
The following was what I came up with...
The glare of the Sun
was limited by thicker clouds.
Ahead, the children.
Voices loud, clear, and yet unintelligible.
Drones mixed with vehicular activity.
They know nothing of the citizens of the year sitting beside me.
One of them probably had been there to see their first breaths.
They sat silently on the footpath, trodden over a few hundred times without knowing it.
The only protection afforded to them was the over hanging wire, not yet a roof produced by the climbing vines
Vines that would otherwise be called Strangling
Ahead, the children.
Voices loud, clear, and yet unintelligible.
Drones mixed with vehicular activity.
They know nothing of the citizens of the year sitting beside me.
One of them probably had been there to see their first breaths.
They sat silently on the footpath, trodden over a few hundred times without knowing it.
The only protection afforded to them was the over hanging wire, not yet a roof produced by the climbing vines
Vines that would otherwise be called Strangling
And, as you can see, I am not really a poet :P
I can assure that the day was actually quite nice. The sun had been out for most of the day and it was pretty good out there.
It just was the first thing that came to me.
The homework for the ... month... was to expand on that properly and edit it to a more suitable poetry style.
As such, here is the final result.
Sun streaks faded
Blinding glare imposed
by the gathering clouds
Ahead, the children
play
Voices
clear.
Unintelligible.
Loud.
High Pitched.
Whiny.
Drones
Unintelligible.
Loud.
High Pitched.
Whiny.
Drones
mixed with vehicular
activity.
They know nothing of the Citizens of the Year sitting beside me.
One of them probably had seen their first breaths.
Another may have helped them when they were unwell.
Others still have had profound effects on their life without them knowing.
The Citizens sit stoical
silent
in the stone path.
Stepped on,
walked over a few hundred times without knowing it.
Wire overhangs the Citizens.
No protection from the elements until the Vines strangle the string.
By then, time may have strangled them too.
They know nothing of the Citizens of the Year sitting beside me.
One of them probably had seen their first breaths.
Another may have helped them when they were unwell.
Others still have had profound effects on their life without them knowing.
The Citizens sit stoical
silent
in the stone path.
Stepped on,
walked over a few hundred times without knowing it.
Wire overhangs the Citizens.
No protection from the elements until the Vines strangle the string.
By then, time may have strangled them too.
Not a bad expansion on the previous work, I think.
Poetry was not, and is not, really my thing. I am too literal a person to be able to fabricate and weave a scene like a poet.
That said, I don't mind how this has turned out. Better than what I remember it to be.
Poetry was not, and is not, really my thing. I am too literal a person to be able to fabricate and weave a scene like a poet.
That said, I don't mind how this has turned out. Better than what I remember it to be.
In other writing news...
Last night I had decided to sit down and start writing out a basic outline for the NaNoWriMo effort.
1800 words later, and I have a basic grip on what is going to happen in the storyline.
I don't have a finish yet. Characters don't have names (well... mostly). The McGuffin is still not wholly decided upon, and the big-bad and the final resolution is not likely to be determined until I actually write it.
If anyone wants to be a Plot Hole Searcher, Editor, Science & Tech Advisor or just wants to have a squizz at what the current storyline looks like, give me a buzz.
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