Dramatic Tricks
Sweet glance
blend energy
with flawless exchange, with
forceful breath – push – make it flexible –
richer.
blend energy
with flawless exchange, with
forceful breath – push – make it flexible –
richer.
Showing posts with label SundayWhirl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SundayWhirl. Show all posts
Monday, 16 April 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 14 & The Sunday Whirl - Wordle 51
Legends and Flaws
Come, come -
listen
as I tell the story
about the songs of old.
A story of destiny,
of blood, of sorrows, of addiction
and of the souls broken
by these doomed lovers and haters.
There was a great King,
who united a divided land.
The King’s adviser was a powerful warlock,
who foretold their doom.
The King’s Queen was beloved by all,
who gave her heart to two.
The King’s favourite knight was loyal and true,
who took his duty too far.
The King’s sister was an envious witch,
who begot a son of incest.
The King’s son was a manipulated whelp,
who murdered his father in battle.
These few broken souls -
who loved, lusted, feared, loathed -
almost decimated a nation
due to their flaws -
due to human nature.
listen
as I tell the story
about the songs of old.
A story of destiny,
of blood, of sorrows, of addiction
and of the souls broken
by these doomed lovers and haters.
There was a great King,
who united a divided land.
The King’s adviser was a powerful warlock,
who foretold their doom.
The King’s Queen was beloved by all,
who gave her heart to two.
The King’s favourite knight was loyal and true,
who took his duty too far.
The King’s sister was an envious witch,
who begot a son of incest.
The King’s son was a manipulated whelp,
who murdered his father in battle.
These few broken souls -
who loved, lusted, feared, loathed -
almost decimated a nation
due to their flaws -
due to human nature.
Monday, 2 April 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 2 & The Sunday Whirl - Wordle 50
The Hunt
A soft
rain drizzled down
as the winds whisper through the trees.
The smell of prey weakened
while the wolf pack hunts.
The trick is to wait -
wait and watch
as wary deer
gracefully prance nearer.
A young wolf, new to the hunt
paws at the ground, nervous
nose pointed to the sky -
sniffing, sensing the shape
of deer as it ambles past the bushes.
The deer pauses as a twig snaps,
ears pricked high and twitching -
the pack attacks.
Savage teeth rip into delicate hide,
the taste of blood washes down throats
as sinew, string-like, snags against fangs.
The pack feasts well
leaving a desiccated carcass
as a waking sun shines down.
They leave the remains
for the crows and the bugs.
A continuous cycle of
life and death.
as the winds whisper through the trees.
The smell of prey weakened
while the wolf pack hunts.
The trick is to wait -
wait and watch
as wary deer
gracefully prance nearer.
A young wolf, new to the hunt
paws at the ground, nervous
nose pointed to the sky -
sniffing, sensing the shape
of deer as it ambles past the bushes.
The deer pauses as a twig snaps,
ears pricked high and twitching -
the pack attacks.
Savage teeth rip into delicate hide,
the taste of blood washes down throats
as sinew, string-like, snags against fangs.
The pack feasts well
leaving a desiccated carcass
as a waking sun shines down.
They leave the remains
for the crows and the bugs.
A continuous cycle of
life and death.
Monday, 19 March 2012
The Sunday Whirl - Wordle 48
At The Opera
She gestures,
her hand graceful and pale.
The spotlight follows her across
the stage.
Her singing is
soft but powerful
as it wafts over the audience,
echoing gently down the hallways.
Her delivery of the drama
in the scene is flawless,
it is quite clear that
the source of her talent
is inherent.
As the sorrow in her voice
drives tears from my eyes.
There is no limit to her -
she floats, she soars
away from the reality of the stage.
The song,
it carries her away, far away
into the fantasy of the opera.
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