The Stream -- The Canvas [vol. 2]
DISCLAIMER:: This post is part of an ongoing stream of consciousness series. While each part can be enjoyed as a standalone piece, they will be best experienced when read in order. If you'd like to read from the beginning, the first part can be found here.
* The Canvas *
A rolled up lump of cardboard,
dismantled,
discarded..
An Ace
once up the sleeve,
now in a hole..
Dithering Diamonds
disguise themselves
dying
a dormant existence.
Far-Flung Fledglings
flounder
for a fish,
a wish
and
a whisper of hope.
It's all we need
to gather strength,
to rally around
and hoist up
a Banner of Abandonment!
Not free,
but not lost..
..Helpful Hopelessness..
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Some nice alliterative play here! I love the words 'fledgling' and 'dithering' - great verbs.
thanks @riverflows :) I tend to slip into alliterations while writing stream of consciousness. I like the musicality of it. Thanks for commenting. I don't know why I didn't see this earlier.. something was going on with my Partiko. I haven't been getting notifications.
Feel free to check out some of my other stuff when you have the time.
Oh, thatnsk for eventually getting back to me! I love the rhythm of alliteration as well. Words to me have an inherent rhythm - I like to speak my work aloud to see if it 'flows' in that way, but these days I 'hear' it on the inside as I write. I bookmarked your link so I can - and likewise, would love you to read some of my stuff - coincidentally, just did an archive post today!
yes, exactly! I definitely 'hear' the words in my mind as im writing them.. the sounds can help to set the mood that I am trying to create. I will be stopping by your blog. I look forward having a read of your archive post!
Cheers!