Don’t ask me why. I’m not even a poet. But I really wanted to learn more about how to write more beautifully. So, in child-like stomping-ness, I found the format called a cinquain. Read about it here. My attempt: Drums beat floating on air Catch my heart’s reverie mirroring a time I once knew, long gone
In the last few weeks I signed up to take two poetry seminars. Both were cancelled for lack of interest. A novel-writing course at the same venue was so popular they had to add a second session. Which lead me to wonder whether anyone gives a rip about poetry. I do. Poets know how to pack a punch is so few lines it makes me shake my head in wonder. I still am amazed at the power of four tiny lines in one of…
The first stanza of one of Emily Dickinson’s poems reads: The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. Your challenge is to use the first two lines of Emily’s work but replace the last two with your own. Good luck! Leave your poem below or over on my Facebook page. Photo Credit: madisonashley via Compfight cc
Come on over and join the WritersLife Facebook page. More challenges, contests, and conversation with authors of all genres. Being a writer doesn’t mean that’s all you do in life! Below is a fun exercise you may want to try yourself. (I dare you!) Post by Writerslife.
I stole this idea from American Scholar. Using the first two lines of an Emily Dickinson (unfinished?) poem, readers were challenged to write the last two lines – being sure to use at least one of Emily’s own writing conventions (dashes and capital letters). Only two brave souls joined me. Hoping for more next time.