This is for the JusJoJan writing prompt from Linda Gill’s Blog. You can see more about this writing prompt challenge HERE. The rules are very reasonable and allow for your personal freedom of creativity to flow, so go over and check out the rules and give it a try !
Writing prompt ONENESS
Oneness is a funny word because it looks wrong, when I see it spelled right in front of me. If you look at it in a different way, you can see O NEN ESS …as opposed to ONE NESS.
Or you might even see ON EN ESS, which is entirely different altogether. But now we are just being a bit silly.
Personally, I like the sound of words that end in “ESS” because they sound so feminine and pretty.
For a master list of words ending in “ess” see this link HERE. This is from the Word Info web site.
Some of my favorite “ess” words are countess. duchess, mistress, and enchantress and sorceress.
According to the Word Info site, these particular words came from the French language. The Word Info site says that they got this information from The Barnhart Dictionary of Etymology, Robert K. Barnhart.
Being a poet and a musician / songwriter myself, I find certain words more appealing that other ones.
Some words sound more musical than others. Of course that depends on the kind of music you are writing. Other words fit better into poetry…again depending on the mood and style of what you are writing.
Words for songs, need to sound the way you want them to, and also fit into the rhythm of the song. Poetry also has a rhythm to it. Certain styles have strict rhythms and other are more flexible, or can alternate rhythmic patterns.
Music is listened to, so the way the words appear on a page is not as important.
Poetry however, is often read from the page, so the appearance of the words and how they create the shape of the poem, can be important.
I sometimes choose certain words because I like the way they make the poem look, in addition to the way it sounds, when the words are flowing off the tongue.
To me the word ONENESS looks like it is spelled wrong.
However, I did actually use this word in a poem I wrote quite awhile ago.
I will copy and paste the poem at the bottom of this post. Since I had already written a poem with this theme, I did not choose to write another one for this post.
The concept of ONENESS offers all kinds of possibilities to write about. You could have many people given that same concept to write about, and you would get just as many points of view and perspectives about oneness.
But only one of us wrote about how the word looks on the page….just because she just had to be different !
Why do they tell me
Who they think I should be?
I know who I am
I know what I like and I
know what I don’t
of the ocean
of the grass
Taste of sweet kisses
Touch of a hand
Two spirits connecting
In the right place
Where they go
True hearts when they break
Tears when they flow
These things are important
I know it is so
So don’t try
to woo me
Manipulation, by trying
to make me feel
less than sane
is quite plain
Just bores me to death
I am drawn
to the people
With truth on their breath
I speak what I feel
And I speak what I know
the first goal
Mercy and grace
If you look
in your hearts
You will see
a natural trace
as it is
that is all
No one deserves less
No one should feel invisible
We were born with a wholeness
And propensity to dream
For what you can imagine
is an endless stream
You can create your own life
and You Matter
The feelings you feel
something to you
Sometimes I have to pause while I am in the middle of being busy, doing things in the house. I hear some little paws and wonder what they are up to. I wonder if that bunny of mine is ok.
So, I take a peak and see he is sitting comfortably in his cage. I go back to work in the house and set about my business. In a minute I hear a bell ring. Then in a few seconds I hear that bell ring again.
It is the bunny ringing his bell to get my attention. I got him this bell a year ago. I remembered that a bunny I had long ago used to ring a bell when he was ready to come inside from playing in the fenced in yard.
So I got this bunny a bell. It was in the bird section of Pet Smart. I attached it to the top of the cage. He can reach it with his little nose and ring. He knows very well now, that I come when he rings.
You might say that he has conditioned me similar to Pavlov’s dog….or is he the one who is conditioned? Actually I think we are both conditioned. He knows to ring the bell when he is hungry and I know to jump when he calls.
But the funny thing is that sometimes I answer the ringing. put food in the cage, get him all settled, and then he rings.
He is not ringing for food. He is not hurt.
If I ignore this type of ring, he will get very frantic in his ringing, the longer I do not come. Until he is banging the bell with his little nose, back and forth.
So what is he ringing for?
When I get there, I open the cage. He sticks out his head and brushes against my hand. He tucks his little head into the palm of my hand and stays there.
He is calling for love.
Pause / paws SoCS
January 2 Pause / Paws Writing Challenge HERE
The above writing is for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge. You can see more information about this HERE at the Linda G. Gill blog
Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
8. Have fun!
This writing is for the Flash Fiction challenge from The Secret Keeper blog. You can see the details of the challenge HERE. The five words that had to be included in the writing are | COMFORT | HEAD | SPACE | MELT | WICKED |
Faith Versus the Facts
A decision had to be made as to whether to accept his words as the truth, or to confront him with the facts. She had always taken comfort in his honesty and openness with her.
She gazed into his eyes as he talked, but in her head she was playing out the events of the last few hours before she met him at the restaurant. As he reached over and touched her hand, she remembered how this used to make her heart melt.
The evidence said that he was lying to her right now. The female voice on the phone….the airline tickets….
She knew if she accepted what the facts pointed to that she would also have to question all of the other times he told her he was going away on business.
If he were lying to her now, while looking into her eyes, then it would mean that he was not the person he portrayed to her. It would mean he had a more sinister and wicked nature than she had ever considered.
If she were to accept the facts, then she would be forced to re-write her entire reality, for entire time they had been together.
There was no space in between his words, as his continuous talking continued. It was almost as if he was doing this intentionally. So she took another sip of her wine to dull her senses. Then, rather than going over the facts as they were, she began to mentally re-write them and the meaning behind them.
It was less painful to re-frame the facts to fit what she wanted to believe, than to have to change her belief to fit the facts.
Form for this poem – This is a form of increasing the number of syllables by one each line until you reach ten syllables. Then decrease by one each line, until you end on one syllable.
Syllable pattern – 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. 9. 8,7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Because… in the end… ” there can be only one. ” Highlander Movie
Yes, I made this form up just for fun.
Try for yourself and link your poem in the comments below.
Darkness and light
Smoke and mirrors parlor games
Keep their pawns in a fog covered veil
Moving them like puppets on thin strings
Making the rules as they’re breaking them
Until one player finds the blade
And cuts the strings that hold them
With a swish of their hand
The veil is parted
Tables are turned
Free the hands
He sees her from afar
She is untouchable
Isolated by her captor
As if she is lost behind the mist
Of the darkness of a summer evening
Full of ominous clouds
He would revel in her beauty
he could have the chance
to hold her
to cherish her
To keep her safe
from the monster she is with..
But she is lost in a maze
where all paths lead to pain..
He knows she has lost her way
He watches her suffering
but to no avail
She cannot see him
or hear his pleas to her
To leave the monster
She does not know
that he would love her
she cannot imagine she deserves
because she is being suffocated
by the monster…
the psychopath that
keeps her imprisoned
by manipulating her reality
She serves the very monster
That will ultimately destroy her
For no other reason
Than to see if he can…
The end will come soon
With a bullet to her head
or a beating black and blue
When she finally sees
That she should have left the monster
Before it was too late
Written for the writing challenge by the Secret Keeper blog. This writing challenge is called Time Never Arrives #9
This is for Ronovanwrites Blog Haiku and Mind Writing Challenge
Haiku just for you
Your individual truth
Not the same for another
Make sure it is you
That controls how you perceive
Yourself and your world
Can rule you and your actions
Or you can have peace
Memories are yours
To see the way you want to
In ways they best serve
Your past is not set
The way others made you see
You create your frame
Frame your own pictures
Don’t let others tell you how
To remember pain
And create with your colors
The world that you see
Your past has no right
To control your present self
You are who you are
Gently over her
Sweetly silken flesh did the
Cleansing tide renew
Haiku Poetry Challenge Tide , Flesh from Ronovan Write’s ronovanwrites blog
The rules are simple.
- Take the two words and write a Haiku. I use Haiku in English as my style, which is 5 syllables for the first line, 7 for the second, and 5 for the third, but you can use what you like. For syllable help visit HowManySyllables.com.
- The two words can be used as you like. Words have different definitions and you can use the definitions you like. You can even use a synonym word as long as it does not change the meaning. Go to Thesaurus.com for Synonym help.
Writer’s Quote Wednesday
Writing challenge from Silver Threadings blog.
“When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of man’s existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. “
John F. Kennedy
I have known a few people over the years who were very intelligent yet said to me that they did not understand poetry. It did not make any sense to them. It was just a bunch of words strewn together with no point. What was the practical purpose?
I have decided to add this statement to my personal list of red flags of men not to date. Please do not take offense if you do not like poetry. This goes beyond not “liking” poetry. These were people that truly did not understand what they were reading at all.
Keep in mind, that… loving poetry and having the capacity to understand the point of it are two different things.
Understanding the depths and richness of emotion in poetry requires a certain level of empathy. Understanding “the point” of poetry at all requires some passion within the soul.
The point of poetry is humanity.
The desire and pursuit of power above all else has a tendency to deaden the soul and darken the spirit.
I no longer intend to spend my heart and emotions on people who have low levels or non-existent empathy. You do not have to agree with a poem to understand that point of it is “to feel something” and to connect with the human condition.
This practice of trying to detach from the human condition by denying one’s own empathy and humanness is something that could be the downfall of humanity itself.
Feeling is at the heart of my writing. Where the pursuit of ultimate power begins to strip away the empathy from men, I believe that keeping poetry alive in my heart and pen will keep empathy alive in me. It is in the human connection that we live fully. This inevitably comes with pain but pain is part of life’s design.
If the ability of being able to see the point of understanding another person’s pain becomes lost. then we are all lost…are we not?
It is better to feel pain sometimes in order to be vulnerable enough to experience deep connection, passion and love. To feel our own pain as well as that of another person.
Empathy also means being able to understand the passion and the love that another person feels. Passion that burns within a soul. Love that feels all encompassing…
That is empathy. That is poetry.
I have a poem that was published today on Wolf Publishing blog. Please take a minute to visit my poem there. This poem is a little in the style of Dr. Seuss. I have always loved Dr. Seuss and I incorporated a little bit of his style into this one, in combination with my own style.
Wolf publishing has these writing challenges usually every week or so. You can check out the into at their site about how to submit. It is all is good blogging fun and you might enjoy this for something different to do.
Here is an excerpt from the poem
...For the misfits and the lovers and the artists keep time
With a different kind of rhythm from their own unique mind