Day 4: Theme: Imperfection, Style: Limerick, Device: Enjambment
The truth be said, there is only one who can be a model for perfection. I believe that would be nobody which will be accepted by everybody who is a part of this creation.
Nobody is indeed perfect something that we need to accept. But then what is the meaning of perfection – I find it exasperating that no one can find its value on the market.
How can the value be defined? It is something that can’t be touched with a kiss. Perfection can be defined in different ways: To each their own statement. After all no matter the name, a rose is a rose.
But as I said a few lines ago – isn’t perfection under nobody’s possession? Well, then who is this person? And how is this quality in their arson? Right now I have found an answer to this question.
You and I are the nobodies that the world has seen – we are the perfections that have been present right from the moment of existence to now, where we are our own sustenance.
Be you. Be unique. Be perfect. Be your own king or queen.
Day 3: Theme: Skin, Style: Prose Poetry, Device: Internal Rhyme
The moon felt sad about his bad face and asked the sun to share one of her rays. Soon it grew to be in a new phase And light filled its quiet rocky surface.
The little boy could never smile because he always thought that he was the ugliest person to live. He thought none wanted to be close as he was hideous and unattractive. He had often asked the doctor to help him out, and once the doctor had consented. Exchanging the pills for a wad of cash, to his home in excitement, he did dash.
Yet, the gorgeous moon was far from joyous A dark mark stayed on the Earth, which was mysterious. It projected him into guilt more than he expected and created a plan to work to help the dejected.
On his way he saw the homeless, begging for food and money. But he noticed that they neither had shelter or anything to call cosy. This brought tears to his eyes, as he felt him despise for himself. He chalked up a plan and walked up to the clinic again.
The moon bounced the light to the provinces that were dim So those in the shadow were thankful to him. He felt joy that made him melt, in which he started to swim He knew he should do more according to his prayer hymn.
The boy went back to the clinic and traded his money back for the graded pills. He got back to the sector of the poor and gave out the money, becoming a donor. He found joy, by spreading it. A pleasure he had been unaware of so far. He made the decision to take the action forward as he knew the God of this creation would want him to.
The moon soon disappeared to become new and about where it went no one knew. Till he eclipsed the sun, he did grew and the solar power did cry and raise hue.
The power of the moon was thus made known The sun cowered and was covered by the moon which shone His influence on the earth’s waves and ways are stronger It is the moon that is, to the earth, closer much like the boy who, as a better doctor became renown.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog and into the vineyard she hastily did jog. She reached for the grapes that were held high and when she couldn’t, it did sigh, “Those grapes are sour – not for me to hog.”
Saying so she went her way Searching for a different choice of prey. But following her, came another fox who entered by jumping across the gate’s locks and sighting grapes – he entered the fray.
Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.
Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.
We all fear something in life. Sometimes more than one fear at the same time. It could have a fear of failing in class, a fear of “what-if?”, a fear of dying alone and lonely, and so on and so forth.
I’m no exception. I’ve had my fair share of fears. I still do too. But somehow as each fear arises, solutions also manifest that help me overcome. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes I need to sleep on it. Sometimes I’ll have to talk it out with someone who’s faced it. No matter the method, a solution is always available. The fact is that this too shall pass.
Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.
Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.
Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.
Book: The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes – Part 2 Word: Evil What a word that’s so open to interpretation.
Dear good twin brother,
It seems like an eternity since we actually spoke to each other. Something that is quite normal, except for the fact that we are conjoined twins.