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The Odor of Rain (working title), ohsteve's eight word challenge |
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Apr 7 06, 06:29
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I decided to try my hand at ohsteve's eight word challenge. mother voice cloud blackberry needle whir cliff lick
The Odor of Rain
Mother – she had a voice like a cloud, dark as a blackberry; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a singer of thunder. All about her was the odor of rain. To weather her gentle storms, her summer rages – quick as needles, I flung myself from shape to shape, from child to seagull in a whirring wind; from daughter into daphne.
Once I rose against her sky, a cliff as rough as a lion’s lick, and split her lightning.
copyright: Shanee Gbelawoe, Alaska 2006
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Apr 7 06, 06:46
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Hi Shanee
Well done for this response to Steve's 8 words. It is fascinating how many very different poems result. Yours had a similar theme to mine but is very different.
A few thoughts for you to take or leave as you wish.
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Mother – she had a voice like a cloud, dark as a blackberry; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a singer of thunder. ...I wonder if shout of thunder might be better. I don't tend to think of thunder as tuneful and it would contrast nicely with whisper. I also wonder about a line break here. All about her was the odor of rain. To weather her gentle storms, her summer rages – quick as needles, I flung myself from shape to shape, from child to seagull in a whirring wind; from daughter {in}to daphne. .. I love the image of you changing from shape to shape to cope with her. Please could you explain the daphne part, I'm feeling dense and don't get it.
Once[,] I rose against her sky, a cliff as rough as a lion’s lick, and split her lightning. ...wonderful imagery
Thanks for the read
Nina
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Apr 7 06, 11:32
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Hi Shanee
thanks for the explanation, I'm very vague when it comes to mythology. I'm glad you enjoyed the challenge. You should try our weekly 10 word challenges. They are great fun to do and certainly get you thinking. This week's has just been posted:
http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/cgi-bin....ry72935
Nina
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Apr 13 06, 18:30
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Hi Shanee.
You have created a coherent poem here with the eight given words. Bravo. I'm not an expert on FV poetry, however, I'd like to suggest a different line structure (take or toss any of the ideas presented) so as to break the thoughts up in a different manner:
Mother – she had a voice like a cloud, dark as a blackberry; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a singer of thunder. All about her was the odor of rain. To weather her gentle storms, her summer rages – quick as needles, I flung myself from shape to shape, from child to seagull in a whirring wind; from daughter into daphne.
Once I rose against her sky, a cliff as rough as a lion’s lick, and split her lightning.
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Mother – she had a voice like a cloud, dark as a blackberry; sometimes a whisper, sometimes a singer of thunder. (you might also say 'soloist')
New stanza: All about her was the odor of rain. To weather her gentle storms, (great line) her summer rages – {quick} [swift] as needles, I flung myself from shape to shape, from child to seagull in a whirring wind; from daughter into daphne.
Once[,] I rose against her sky, a cliff as rough as a lion’s lick{,}[;] and split her lightning.
Enjoyed! ~Cleo :sun:
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Apr 13 06, 22:32
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I think this piece is very strong. I have no major nits. I like quick - brings to mind being hurt to the quick.
Oddly the one line I have trouble with is the last one. Split her lightening.
I know what you intend here (I think) but this phrase kinda made me stop and wonder (not so bad to stop since it IS the end) but I wonder if you might be able to come up with something else. Faced her lightening? Withstood her lightening? I don't know. I am having trouble with the splitting part, the imagery and the idea of what you mean by her lightening being slit.
It is not a huge issue for me and the poem however, just where I had a bump.
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May 12 06, 05:16
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I know it has been a while since I have been back here. Life, oh, life, oh, oh, life! I just wanted to thank Cleo and Cyn for their comments, crits and nits.
(oh, and I love the new look of the boards...)
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