Prose
Twenty Six Lines About Snow
About This Piece, I Am Doing And Abecedarian Prose Poem Because Of Insights And Observations About Combining Writing For The Challenges Drifting Snow Is Prevalent At The Moment Especially On Roads On The North American Landmass Falling Non-Stop Giving Drivers Hell As They Try To Get To Work And Back I Don't Know How They Do It Just A Few Inches Paralyzes The South In The United Kingdom Kudos To The Ones That Get Through Lorry Drivers Making Essential Deliveries Making Sure the Snow Does Not Win With A Never Say Die Attitude, Only Stopping To Eat And Sleep And Go Home To Family Penguins Do Love Snow And The Cold Quite How Everyone Copes With This I Don't Know But I Respect How They Deal With This. I Am Save And Cozy At Home, Though It Is Very Cold And Windy Out Of Doors, It Is Very Slippy Underfoot So One Has to Be Very Careful Where You Put Your Foot And Wear Sturdy Treaded Boots Visors Are Advised To Protect Your Eyes Against The Driving Snow Wait Until The Roads Are Clearer If You Can, But Sometimes You Have To Brave The Arctic Weather "X" Marks The Place On The Map That Is Your Ultimate Destination You Need to Wrap Up And Take Care As You Take On The Siberian Conditions With Snowfall, But At Least It's Not Permafrost Zero And Less Degrees Is The Temperature That You Have To Deal With, Otherwise The Snow Will Freeze You
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
And In the Stormy Sky I See
I struggle through an inner molasses. My desire to write is quashed by my desire to be a good writer. I know I need to be writing in order to improve, but without any reliable feedback I do not see improvement, and, worse, I can see the incredible skill of many out in the world already, and I deflate. A pathetic, lifeless, child’s water balloon, completely deflated, trampled into a mud patch somewhere. Look here at the angular and forced quality of these awkward expressions. I want to pass on to you some interesting image of my inner world, but instead of poetry I show you, as if made of collapsed neutrons, the clunkiest metaphors and analogies. I serve visuals blunt to the point of somnolescence. Dry as only, cold, burnt toast can be.
By Stéphane Dreyfus2 years ago in Poets
Cheers to Getting Over It...
Dear 2024, This year will be all about getting over. That's right, getting over any and all things that stood in my way, or that I allowed to define me despite not being things from me. As well as my reaction to these forces that I didn't use to grow from, learn from... This year I will be getting over, growing with, because of? I will choose to Heal from.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
Trying out Medium for my Blog home.
Hey Guys, Im not sure if this article will make it through, if not I will post a link in my bio to my new article blog. I am writing this as I have around ten articles and interviews sitting in drafts and unable to even get them to review, helpdesk has not been helpful.
By Alicia's Desk2 years ago in Poets
