Prose Poetry Fail

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Now I am learning how to write Prose Poetry, I really enjoy it but seems I still don’t have the complete knack for it. Here is a ‘Prose Poem’ I wrote below:

The wrong day

Pumpkins, sweets, ghosts and ghouls. The door opened to a knock and within a blink she is past me and gone- her silver fur merging between the witches and skeletons that wait at the door with faces of makeup and buckets for treats. Hearing a bang, I look up to the sky and see the flash and shimmer of coloured blasts in the sky. Another bang and then another… purple, green, pink and blue. Bang! Bang! Bang! Do people know that they have the wrong day? Running down the street in a black corpse dress, calling out her name ‘Bluey, Bluey where are you?’ tripping down lanes, kneeling to peep in bushes calling out ‘Bluey.’ And I imagine her hiding and trembling nearby.

Turns out that it isn’t a Prose Poem at all because it wasn’t focused on a singular idea! Do not be put off if you write something similar – you now have the framework for something else. I will now be turning this into Flash Fiction!

Gap in the market.

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If you find a gap in the market, maybe this is your destiny calling! After not being able to find a book on dystopian writing prompts, I have started writing my own ready to publish as an Ebook! I have a section at the end for other people’s dystopian writing prompts, where I will use only the best, so if you’re looking for a special mention then submit your prompt and name to lozzy . counsell @ hotmail . co . uk (without the spaces, just trying to prevent robots emailing me!)

THE BIG REVEAL

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So I am in the process of editing MY FIRST EVER BOOK! It is a supernatural thriller aimed at young adult readers. There are vampires werewolves and…. well lets not spoil the rest!

I thought I would spoil you all with the beginning of my story:

‘I sit on the balcony, staring into the night sky, watching the stars flicker and shine. My legs dangle off the side through the cold, metal bars and a cool breeze whistles through my ears. It reminds me of all of the midnight walks me and Dahlia used to have when we were in our early teenage years. We would stop off in the middle of the woods and dance around, with the wind blowing through our thin, white dresses. Fireflies would glide around us, lighting up the dark shadows cast down from the tall trees, which were closely huddled together like a pack of wolves, under the big, circular moon.’

Genre prompts

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Prompts have always inspired me and helped me with my short stories, there are so many online and also books with them in. Have you ever thought of looking for specific genre prompts though? Here are some examples below that I have found on the internet and think sound very helpful.
Dystopian -The end of the world happened with the mass destruction of the power plants and a virus that runs rampant throughout the entire population.
Horror – Your driving on a country road. It is late at night. You are far from home. You realize, as you check your mirrors, there is a man you do not know, hiding on the floor of your back seat.
Romance – Write a story about a romance that develops while both the main characters are dealing with an addition.

I’m a book character!

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So as you lot following my blog love a bit of creative writing, I’m guessing that means in the majority of cases you also love a bit of reading! For about a year or two now I have been reading free books in exchange for an honest review for authors and publishing companies. Recently I started the ‘E’ series by Kate Wrath. I have read up to book 3 and am now just waiting on the release of Elergy. I have been in contact with the author herself and she told me about a competition running on her site. I decided to enter and I WON! As a prize she is going to feature me as a character in Elergy. I can’t wait to meet ‘Lozzi!’

I failed poetry

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I have always been more for writing novels and short stories, but when I am feeling down I focus on writing poetry. I always considered my poems to be of a good quality, but apparently I was wrong, because I gave in my poetry portfolio to university and failed!
An example of one of the poems is:

Lost

I lay down on the pavement,

The streetlights blind my eyes,

I don’t know where to look –

I’m running out of lies.

I don’t know who to turn to,

Where to go,

Or what to do,

Shelter’s not an option,

Though my lips are turning blue.

The pavement’s hard beneath me –

And stones stick in my skin.

Stars are shining brightly,

Although the moonlight’s only dim.

But a shadow’s getting closer,

So I shut my eyes and groan,

The man kneels down beside me,

Whispers – “we miss you, please come home!”

Now although the lecturer thought that my attention to detail was good, apparently the rhyme and rhythm is ‘childlike.’ So I am rewriting my portfolio hoping to pass second time around!

A technique to help you come up with ideas.

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So whilst in my Writer’s Workshop lesson, an author came in to speak to us and gave me this lovely technique, which has helped me since write a short story and also a poem!

First of all you shut your eyes. Imagine yourself led down. Where are you led? What’s the weather like? Take notice of your surroundings. Each time someone does this, they imagine themselves somewhere completely different. I imagined myself in a dark field at night, whereas my friend imagined herself led on a beach.

After taking notice of your surroundings (Eyes still shut) turn your head to the left, there is a shadow approaching. Wait for it to get closer. What or whom is it? When they reach you, what do they want? Again I imagined my cat who had died years back approaching me, whereas my friend imagined a boy.

From this I managed to get a short story about going to a field to visit my dead cat every night, because I couldn’t let her go. I asked my friend to do this technique and wrote a poem from her experience.

Poetry Is

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Two Hundred words

“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” ~Robert Frost

We call poetry words, but this is wrong. Words are words. Poetry is something more. Poetry is something that inhabits the depths of a man’s soul and moves his pen to give life to words and so ascribe what some call poetry.

Poetry is what lies behind the words, prompting them into being.  Take a strand of expression, a strand of passion, and a strand of order. Let the lithe fingers of language plait them together with experience born of wisdom till they spill onto a page in verses. Then read them aloud with the voice of feeling. Shout them from the tree tops with the peril of passion. Quote them in the assembly with the tone of Wisdom. Whisper them to your children with an air of mystery. This is poetry.

Poetry…

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