tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post1756130855647150346..comments2023-12-06T00:48:23.734-08:00Comments on Daily Writing Practice: Monday August 10th, 2015Marchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-2793838375144460042015-09-01T11:26:05.457-07:002015-09-01T11:26:05.457-07:00Morganna - great poem made better by the format yo...Morganna - great poem made better by the format you used. Very nice work - and one I can relate to some days with Max :P<br /><br />Greg - yeah, I was trying to go for an unusual but not totally weird smallish pet. I think I was briefly tempted by squirrel...<br /><br />That's a hell of an acrostic. Nicely paced and delightfully sinister.<br /><br />Ivy - ooh, another fascinating tidbit from one of your intriguing worlds. Great atmosphere and details in this one. Would love to hear more from this one, as usual :)Marchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14952331166517430843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-41621335516624711182015-08-12T14:02:38.435-07:002015-08-12T14:02:38.435-07:00The place he took me to was literally a hole in a ...The place he took me to was literally a hole in a wall behind one of the lower-quality market stands. Through the tears I was still fighting, I saw that strips of fabric had been sewn together to form a make-shift covering of the hole. As we approached, I noticed that the fabric trembled as if moved by a breeze only the air was calm. <br />At the opening of the cave was a crudely carved sigil; a spiked hand closing around a dagger. I involuntarily glanced at Journey’s left forearm. My suspicions were correct, his tattoo was of the same design, if more intricate in detail than the carving on the stone. <br />I made a move to pull back the flab but was stopped by Journey’s arm across my stomach. He pushed me behind him.<br />“I ask for shelter from those who wish to capture my spirit and frown upon the necessity of my actions,” he intoned solemnly. <br />I had never before heard his voice take on such a grave quality. <br />He then reached forward and pulled the fabric aside. Immediately inside the cavern stood two men, daggers poised for action. They nodded towards us as they lowered their daggers. <br />Journey’s hand was on my lower back, pushing me gently forward into a long, dark corridor. I wanted to tell him that the last thing I ever wanted to do was go into a Thieves Hole without any other Seeker. <br />But I was just too tired to do anything beyond ask, “What are we doing here?”<br />He have a dark laugh behind me. “You said you wanted to go someplace safe. Contrary to what you Seekers believe, there’s no safer place in a city than this. We have honor amongst ourselves, you know.”<br />“Why now?” I whispered. There was light at the end of the corridor. The narrow entranceway had opened into a surprisingly large room decorated in the brightest of colors. There were so many people gathered there, some that looked the part but many that I would never have guessed would be involved. “I’m still a Seeker.”<br />I turned to find Journey staring down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gave me one of his rare soft smiles. <br />“I’ve seen your world these past few weeks,” he said, just as quietly as when I spoke. “I thought it time you truly see mine.” <br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-88143021155793953202015-08-11T11:24:01.425-07:002015-08-11T11:24:01.425-07:00@Morganna:That central line is really powerful and...@Morganna:That central line is really powerful and really holds the whole poem in shape. I like especially how the balance of power between the girl and the sitter is neatly illustrated with the balance of their lines in the poem: the girl might seem on top of things and important, but the sitter's got the powerbase! Oh, and it tells a fun little tale too :)<br /><br />@Marc: Days off? How dare you! Weeds don't stop growing while you gallivant around... :-P Sounds like you a had a fun day, and it is definitely important to have a day for yourselves every now and then. It sounds like you enjoyed yours.<br />Most (city) vets can handle mice, even rats; they're common enough pets that they need to. But I have a feeling that the vet can't perform the miracles that poor Phillip needs now. I like the conversation and back and forth, though I'm not sure I have all that much sympathy for either narrator; I think it's all gone on Phillip!<br /><br /><b>Indulgence</b><br />Ice forms like lace found on your grandmother's chair<br />Never covering eyes, but your face and your hair<br />Disdain body heat and grow decoratively cold.<br />Unlke the others your brain stays aware,<br />Light touches, like spider feet, flit here and there<br />Graining your skin until it looks old.<br />Every sensation steals an ounce of your soul,<br />Necessity makes you switch off your brain<br />Creatures are waiting to seize your last breath,<br />Eagerly feasting on pain.<br />Greghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08503319830584828982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1149217012399643733.post-52974419857819627802015-08-11T05:27:32.600-07:002015-08-11T05:27:32.600-07:00Spoiled
Rotten, too self-
Centered to notice tha...Spoiled <br />Rotten, too self- <br />Centered to notice that <br />No one likes spending much time with <br />Her -- a little screaming goes a long way. <br />But the new sitter locked the door <br />All her toys are no fun <br />If she can't throw <br />Them.morgannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04295309367485408358noreply@blogger.com