Weekly Writing Challenge #139

Weekly Writing Challenge
Poetry and/or Flash Fiction

DOOR Template Instructions

(5) Words: | WRITE | NEVER | PLACE | SHOCK | MARK |

*A brilliant idea has been brought to my attention regarding the (5) word prompt. Please feel free to substitute any of the words with a synonym.🎈 🎭 ✨

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Poetry Suggestions
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Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
6 lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Villanelle (19 line poem[no word limit]–2 repeating rhymes & 2 refrains)… Excellent example is Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night”
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions

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Fictional Suggestions
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Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary

SUGGESTIONS FOR FLASH FICTION
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement
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Proust: ‘Splitting Realities’ | Remembrance of Things Pass #147

SPLITTING REALITIES

“The idea that one will die is more painful than dying, but less painful than the idea that another person is dead, that, becoming once more a still, plane surface after having engulfed a person, a reality extends, without even a ripple at the point of disappearance from which that person is excluded, in which there no longer exists any will, any knowledge, and from which it is as difficult to reascend to the idea that that person has lived as, from the still recent memory of his life, it is to think that he is comparable with the insubstantial images, the memories, left us by the characters in a novel we have been reading.” ― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet Xliii) | a poem

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, And Where, And Why (Sonnet XIiii)
by Edna St Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Waterballet | a short film | Haiku Review

Haiku Review

After watching the short film Waterballet . If you like to write a HAIKU REVIEW – leave Haiku in the Comment section of this post or your own . Express the views you feel about the ‘Moveable Painting’ …

A new short will appear on Fridays so feel the Muse when it happens.

One of the ways to write Haiku is using the 5-7-5 syllable combination . often writing one or more verses. It is an option . not a rule. Enjoy the fun and creativity of 1st) viewing the short film . 2nd) looking for your Haiku and creating it 3rd) sharing it if you so desire.

Here’s to the Haiku Review Challenge
Cheers! – j.kiley

BENEFICIAL EFFECT
by j.kiley

Dancing hues with style
Cosmic colors shaping sights
Dim shadows cloak haze

© j.kiley 2018
Haiku

Best Viewing Experience Open Video Full Screen

Waterballet | Barbapapa

Rating . . . G
Genre . . . Experimental . Visual Art . Animation
Length . . . 3m 05s

Music and Video by Kamiel Rongen
free Barbapapa EP @
waterballet.bandcamp.com/album/barbapapa-ep
Bookings&info: kamielkamiel@live.nl
water-ballet.com

Music Chilling | a poem

Music Chilling

what is . is music
touching the soul . is passion
caressing flesh . inside | out
mind filling . aspects thrilling

the soul . sound killing
lighting heavens . pure | ecstasy
releasing spirit . free roaming
dancing . flowing . glowing

beyond the stars
beyond the light
beyond the darkness
beyond the galaxies
far . far . away

© j.kiley ‘17/18
free streaming

John Gardner | On Becoming a Novelist | #21

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“The question one asks of the young writer who wants to know if he’s got what it takes is this: “Is writing novels what you want to do? Really want to do?”
If the young writer answers, “Yes,” then all one can say is: “Do it. In fact, he will anyway.”

“one sign of a writer’s potential is his especially sharp ear—and eye—for language.”

“The writer sensitive to language finds his own metaphors, not simply because he has been taught to avoid clichés but because he enjoys finding an exact and vivid metaphor, one never before thought of, so far as he knows.”

“The more often one finds the magic key, whatever it is, the more easily the soul’s groping fingers come to land on it. In magic as in other things, success brings success.” ― John Gardner, On Becoming a Novelist


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John Gardner (1933–1982) was born in Batavia, New York. His critically acclaimed books include the novels Grendel, The Sunlight Dialogues, and October Light, for which he received the National Book Critics Circle Award, as well as several works of nonfiction and criticism . including . On Becoming a Novelist. He was also a professor of medieval literature and a pioneering creative writing teacher whose students included Raymond Carver and Charles Johnson. When I worked at Bennington College in Southern VT I would often see him walking across the campus during the Summer Writing Workshops. Or when his white hair was flowing as he rode his beloved motorcycle on campus or away. – j.kiley