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Lightning
Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:21 pm by queengoogoo
In the evening when the day is done
And no more is the light from the sun,
I look upon the stars Heaven high
And find gratefulness deep inside.
But then there are nights a storm rolls in,
And the twinkles disappear above the lightning.
The thunder accompanying the flash,
Lets me embrace the rain's splash.
These strikes pealing within the darkness
Makes me feel I have been blessed.
For there is …
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And no more is the light from the sun,
I look upon the stars Heaven high
And find gratefulness deep inside.
But then there are nights a storm rolls in,
And the twinkles disappear above the lightning.
The thunder accompanying the flash,
Lets me embrace the rain's splash.
These strikes pealing within the darkness
Makes me feel I have been blessed.
For there is …
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Suggestions, Opinions?
Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:07 pm by cuthugas
Hey Everyone,
Just wanted to see if anyone has anything to say now that you've had a chance to use the forum a bit.
Is there anything you don't like? Something you would like to see changed? This site gives us a lot of flexbility to modify just about everything you see, so if you can't stand something, or have a suggestion on how something should look/work, let us know.
Just wanted to see if anyone has anything to say now that you've had a chance to use the forum a bit.
Is there anything you don't like? Something you would like to see changed? This site gives us a lot of flexbility to modify just about everything you see, so if you can't stand something, or have a suggestion on how something should look/work, let us know.
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New Forum Format
Fri Jan 07, 2011 12:46 am by Admin
Hello Everyone,
This is the new format for our WVW Writing Forum. The hope is that this will better facilitate the membership's need for interaction, and will also act as a centralized location for news and information about WVW upcoming events and news. Please feel free to start a conversation, ask for advice, or just voice your opinion about a topic. Please thoroughly read our rules and …
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This is the new format for our WVW Writing Forum. The hope is that this will better facilitate the membership's need for interaction, and will also act as a centralized location for news and information about WVW upcoming events and news. Please feel free to start a conversation, ask for advice, or just voice your opinion about a topic. Please thoroughly read our rules and …
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First Prompt "Competition" Ever
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tseffers
stopeka
Karen Nowviskie
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salou
cuthugas
ChristinaFreeburn
writingdianet
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First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Greetings West Virginia Writers:
I used to eschew writing prompts. Recently though, I am enamoured with them. They have been like coffee to my writing life. I would love for you to experience the creative buzz also. Therefore, I am initiating a first here at the WVW forum--a Wednesday to Wednesday prompt-driven writing competition.
For this initial endeavor, the word I would like you to utilize is . . . drumroll please . . . MOUNTAIN. Your entry must be more than 27 words and equal to or less than 270 words. Feel free to write in the genre of your choice.
Competition will close next Tuesday night at midnight as the calendar turns over to March 7, 2012. At that point my secretly selected judging panel and I will determine which entry we are most enthusiastic about. Winner will receive a) bragging rights and b) 27cents next time I see you.
Fondly,
WritingDianeT
I used to eschew writing prompts. Recently though, I am enamoured with them. They have been like coffee to my writing life. I would love for you to experience the creative buzz also. Therefore, I am initiating a first here at the WVW forum--a Wednesday to Wednesday prompt-driven writing competition.
For this initial endeavor, the word I would like you to utilize is . . . drumroll please . . . MOUNTAIN. Your entry must be more than 27 words and equal to or less than 270 words. Feel free to write in the genre of your choice.
Competition will close next Tuesday night at midnight as the calendar turns over to March 7, 2012. At that point my secretly selected judging panel and I will determine which entry we are most enthusiastic about. Winner will receive a) bragging rights and b) 27cents next time I see you.
Fondly,
WritingDianeT
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
No time like the present:)
Just so you all know, you can post your entry any time between now and next Tuesday at midnight:)
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Ms WritingDiane, does the entry need to be one newly created just for your prompt or can it be from something that we are working on?
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
What a GREAT question, Miss Chris!!! Feel free to use a previously created piece. Just make sure the prompt fits and is within the word count range.
On your mark, get set, WRITE!!!!!
On your mark, get set, WRITE!!!!!
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Okay, here is my attempt. I'm not very good at flash fiction, so be gentle!!
They didn’t do what other mountains did. They didn’t loom, or look majestic. They lurked. She could feel it, like an itch in the back of her mind, always.
She told her husband this the day they had chosen the little field amidst a copse of trees as the place for their cabin. They had traveled many miles by horse to reach it, and Samuel began cutting trees right away. She was pregnant, and they would need a dependable shelter. Winter was on its way. Melody told him she didn’t like the mountains, rocky spines like a dragon’s back, peaks piercing the sky like spear points. He’d laughed, and said it was perfect. There was a river in the valley below, and plenty of forest in which to hunt. And, she trusted him. He was rough and strong as the hand hewn logs he used to build their home. But, she didn’t trust those mountains.
That had been many years ago, and yet, every time she went outside to hang the laundry, or to butcher a chicken, she averted her eyes and refused to look at them. In her dreams, they came for her, lurching forward, breaking the ground before them like giant glaciers of stone. They fell upon her, the tons of rock crushing her bones. Samuel patted her bottom and told her she was being silly.
But, then he traveled into the valley, among the shadows, for the first time three days ago. She knows that he will never return. She holds their son and stares with loathing at those mountains, lurking in the distance.
They didn’t do what other mountains did. They didn’t loom, or look majestic. They lurked. She could feel it, like an itch in the back of her mind, always.
She told her husband this the day they had chosen the little field amidst a copse of trees as the place for their cabin. They had traveled many miles by horse to reach it, and Samuel began cutting trees right away. She was pregnant, and they would need a dependable shelter. Winter was on its way. Melody told him she didn’t like the mountains, rocky spines like a dragon’s back, peaks piercing the sky like spear points. He’d laughed, and said it was perfect. There was a river in the valley below, and plenty of forest in which to hunt. And, she trusted him. He was rough and strong as the hand hewn logs he used to build their home. But, she didn’t trust those mountains.
That had been many years ago, and yet, every time she went outside to hang the laundry, or to butcher a chicken, she averted her eyes and refused to look at them. In her dreams, they came for her, lurching forward, breaking the ground before them like giant glaciers of stone. They fell upon her, the tons of rock crushing her bones. Samuel patted her bottom and told her she was being silly.
But, then he traveled into the valley, among the shadows, for the first time three days ago. She knows that he will never return. She holds their son and stares with loathing at those mountains, lurking in the distance.
cuthugas- Admin
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Join date : 2010-10-08
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Nice. We thank you for participating.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
I'm working on a poem that I wrote two years ago, and your prompt inspired me to revisit it, dust it off a bit.
When it's ready, do I submit it in this space?
When it's ready, do I submit it in this space?
salou- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-01
Location : Morgantown
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Salou,
Absolutely. As long as it meets the length requirement. If you have a longer piece you want critiqued, you can post it in the poetry section as well.
Absolutely. As long as it meets the length requirement. If you have a longer piece you want critiqued, you can post it in the poetry section as well.
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Yes, please. submit by clicking 'quick reply.' We can't wait to see it!
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Behold Mountainous Strength
Who can appreciate the depths to which the mountains guard their souls?
Amber striations like giants’ bones,
Slope outward in horizontal walls and vertical ledges of sheer strength,
To surround thrill-seekers who bob and weave in rafts over rocks,
Near fly-fishermen casting and catching slippery, against-the-flow-swimming, salmon mystery.
Who will tap this fluid mystery?
Who can bottle the Rockies’ strength?
Released like treasures they hold in their souls,
They'll shake and quake their unsettled bones,
Leaving gemstones prizes, glistening rocks.
Climbers stretch long legs to reach distant rocks,
Toiled muscles spent, the altitude saps men’s lungs and strength;
While the grizzly bear emerges refreshed to test her bones,
After months drowsy in caves of mystery,
Her cub bites its first catch from waters beneath the mountains’ souls.
Last winter, snow cascaded in avalanche, blinding souls,
Sucked into mountainous graves without rocks,
Its victims buried under weight of frozen strength.
Only the mountain-Maker holds gravity’s mystery;
Mother Nature, never bending; indifferent to their bones.
Climbers reach the summit, rest their bones;
Cup their hands to a quenching lava lake mystery;
Pure waters seem to saturate even the rocks,
While sulfuric fumes foreshadow explosive strength;
Volcanic ash spews from the depths of their souls.
Their waterfalls rush, cloaking cavernous souls.
Mountains stand as sentries guarding an ancient mystery.
Backpackers hear them rumble, see tumbling rocks,
Watch as rivers carve like snakes deep within their bones.
By evening, under star-filled skies, beholders soak in healing minerals of Eden strength.
Who can appreciate the depths to which the mountains guard their souls?
Amber striations like giants’ bones,
Slope outward in horizontal walls and vertical ledges of sheer strength,
To surround thrill-seekers who bob and weave in rafts over rocks,
Near fly-fishermen casting and catching slippery, against-the-flow-swimming, salmon mystery.
Who will tap this fluid mystery?
Who can bottle the Rockies’ strength?
Released like treasures they hold in their souls,
They'll shake and quake their unsettled bones,
Leaving gemstones prizes, glistening rocks.
Climbers stretch long legs to reach distant rocks,
Toiled muscles spent, the altitude saps men’s lungs and strength;
While the grizzly bear emerges refreshed to test her bones,
After months drowsy in caves of mystery,
Her cub bites its first catch from waters beneath the mountains’ souls.
Last winter, snow cascaded in avalanche, blinding souls,
Sucked into mountainous graves without rocks,
Its victims buried under weight of frozen strength.
Only the mountain-Maker holds gravity’s mystery;
Mother Nature, never bending; indifferent to their bones.
Climbers reach the summit, rest their bones;
Cup their hands to a quenching lava lake mystery;
Pure waters seem to saturate even the rocks,
While sulfuric fumes foreshadow explosive strength;
Volcanic ash spews from the depths of their souls.
Their waterfalls rush, cloaking cavernous souls.
Mountains stand as sentries guarding an ancient mystery.
Backpackers hear them rumble, see tumbling rocks,
Watch as rivers carve like snakes deep within their bones.
By evening, under star-filled skies, beholders soak in healing minerals of Eden strength.
salou- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-01
Location : Morgantown
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Well done, Salou. Thank you for participating.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
The Barrens
Here I go! Do you know how much courage this takes for a newbie?
The Barrens
Every morning, the woman
leaves her house
to search the hills for
one perfect flower--
a yellow buckwheat,
the white-haired leather flower
or mountain pimpernel,
tenacious specimens that cling
and root deep into the mountain.
Higher she climbs and higher,
turning over loose shale
that bounces from the backs
of the beasts that clack and rattle
along the track below.
Nothing lives on the barrens,
only the dust that stains her
black as the coal running in her veins.
By night, she wanders claustrophobic rooms,
preparing labels for empty jars
and writing epitaphs for garden walls.
Flowing formations growl
within the belly of the earth,
but no words guard the door
of the house of the poet.
The Barrens
Every morning, the woman
leaves her house
to search the hills for
one perfect flower--
a yellow buckwheat,
the white-haired leather flower
or mountain pimpernel,
tenacious specimens that cling
and root deep into the mountain.
Higher she climbs and higher,
turning over loose shale
that bounces from the backs
of the beasts that clack and rattle
along the track below.
Nothing lives on the barrens,
only the dust that stains her
black as the coal running in her veins.
By night, she wanders claustrophobic rooms,
preparing labels for empty jars
and writing epitaphs for garden walls.
Flowing formations growl
within the belly of the earth,
but no words guard the door
of the house of the poet.
Re:Salou
By the end of the first stanza, i was enthralled by the visual detail and remained that way to the end of the poem. You beautifully render the strength, majesty, and soul of the mountains, along with their gifts to us.
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Lovely words. Thank you for sharing.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
The Waterfall
Here's mine, Diane, I am submitting a scene from my work in progress.
The Waterfall
I looked on in awe as the water jumped off the rocky ledge, an Olympic
diver, in hopes of a perfect score for grace, elegance, and technique. A
talent it had practiced many times and perfected. I watched it leap
over jagged rocks, tumble over the mountain’s edge, and collect in the
pool below it. Through moss-covered trees, filtered sun projected a beam
of light atop the water; the rocks glistened. I stood mesmerized by the
beauty of the rocks, by the beauty of the fall. The mystic path had
been one well worth taking. ~Shirley Keefer Topeka~
The Waterfall
I looked on in awe as the water jumped off the rocky ledge, an Olympic
diver, in hopes of a perfect score for grace, elegance, and technique. A
talent it had practiced many times and perfected. I watched it leap
over jagged rocks, tumble over the mountain’s edge, and collect in the
pool below it. Through moss-covered trees, filtered sun projected a beam
of light atop the water; the rocks glistened. I stood mesmerized by the
beauty of the rocks, by the beauty of the fall. The mystic path had
been one well worth taking. ~Shirley Keefer Topeka~
stopeka- Posts : 1
Join date : 2012-02-29
Eden, Imagined
OK, newbie terror showing, but we press on . . . .
I wrote this recently for a contemplative spirituality group meeting in the Blue Ridge (I live in the Eastern Panhandle, on the Shenandoah). I wanted them to be grounded in the beauty of our mountains.
Eden, Imagined
Stand with me. Cupped hands held before you: this long valley.
Breathe gently, just so: rolling clouds, morning fog.
With silent house behind you holding its breath, imagine:
divine Breath sweeping back the mist of centuries, revealing this land
as it lay, unbound by roads or cables, innocent of buildings,
engines, factories, unmapped save by the feet of those
who walked its intimate paths, knew its nameless hills.
Now further back. Hands, palms to sky: imagine this valley no valley at all,
this hawk-stitched ridge the sunless floor of a quiet inland sea,
familiar green stories of dogwood and trillium, acorn and hickory
not yet written on the folded land. Troubled spine of limestone
waits for its moment of upthrust and heave, creatures of shell and salt
hover, patient, for the glacial movement of water's perfect truth to find its way,
make a road for sea to become river, wear the mountain down.
Can you hear the questions that breathe out
from these stones, these woods and waters?
What shattering raised the stony crest now shielding your softest heart?
How many tears, and whose, flow in that river sweetly bearing away,
grit by bitterest grit, the ache that even now grinds itself in your bones?
What new paths will open in your heart, when that holy Joy,
laughing, sweeps away the fears that tangle there? What Hand
will invite you into what green dance, across what white-blooming field?
I wrote this recently for a contemplative spirituality group meeting in the Blue Ridge (I live in the Eastern Panhandle, on the Shenandoah). I wanted them to be grounded in the beauty of our mountains.
Eden, Imagined
Stand with me. Cupped hands held before you: this long valley.
Breathe gently, just so: rolling clouds, morning fog.
With silent house behind you holding its breath, imagine:
divine Breath sweeping back the mist of centuries, revealing this land
as it lay, unbound by roads or cables, innocent of buildings,
engines, factories, unmapped save by the feet of those
who walked its intimate paths, knew its nameless hills.
Now further back. Hands, palms to sky: imagine this valley no valley at all,
this hawk-stitched ridge the sunless floor of a quiet inland sea,
familiar green stories of dogwood and trillium, acorn and hickory
not yet written on the folded land. Troubled spine of limestone
waits for its moment of upthrust and heave, creatures of shell and salt
hover, patient, for the glacial movement of water's perfect truth to find its way,
make a road for sea to become river, wear the mountain down.
Can you hear the questions that breathe out
from these stones, these woods and waters?
What shattering raised the stony crest now shielding your softest heart?
How many tears, and whose, flow in that river sweetly bearing away,
grit by bitterest grit, the ache that even now grinds itself in your bones?
What new paths will open in your heart, when that holy Joy,
laughing, sweeps away the fears that tangle there? What Hand
will invite you into what green dance, across what white-blooming field?
tseffers- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-04
Age : 58
Location : Shenandoah River, WV
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Hawk-stitched. I like that. Like it alot. Thank you for joining us.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Karen Nowviskie wrote:By the end of the first stanza, i was enthralled by the visual detail and remained that way to the end of the poem. You beautifully render the strength, majesty, and soul of the mountains, along with their gifts to us.
Thanks so much, Karen. I appreciate feedback.
I also appreciate your being a "newbie" and so creative!
And Diane, thanks again for the prompt that brought my work out of stagnation. I had been playing with a poetry format where you use the same series of words at the ends of the lines, then repeat the last word of the stanza in the fisrt line of the next, and so on, until the desired emphasis is reached.
salou- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-01
Location : Morgantown
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
stopeka wrote:Here's mine, Diane, I am submitting a scene from my work in progress.
The Waterfall
I looked on in awe as the water jumped off the rocky ledge, an Olympic
diver, in hopes of a perfect score for grace, elegance, and technique. A
talent it had practiced many times and perfected. I watched it leap
over jagged rocks, tumble over the mountain’s edge, and collect in the
pool below it. Through moss-covered trees, filtered sun projected a beam
of light atop the water; the rocks glistened. I stood mesmerized by the
beauty of the rocks, by the beauty of the fall. The mystic path had
been one well worth taking. ~Shirley Keefer Topeka~
Lovely imagery as the writer meditates on the water's movement and power. Nice!
salou- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-01
Location : Morgantown
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Nice work, Shirley. I'd like to be there right now. Thanks for sharing.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
writingdianet wrote:Hawk-stitched. I like that. Like it alot. Thank you for joining us.
Thank you! I'm still getting used to that no-pants-on-the-bus feeling of putting your work out there for other, more experienced writers to see and comment on. No better way, and from what I can tell--no better group!
tseffers- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-04
Age : 58
Location : Shenandoah River, WV
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
Dear Tseffers:
In my experience, prompt-driven events are very friendly and encouraging. A wonderful way to ease your writing into the public eye.
Thank you for being brave. I enjoyed your piece very much.
In my experience, prompt-driven events are very friendly and encouraging. A wonderful way to ease your writing into the public eye.
Thank you for being brave. I enjoyed your piece very much.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
I am revisiting and uprooting work I'm not happy with the specificity of lately. Here's a bite:
Today we watched the sun set
Over Maryland -
In the final glow before it sank
Beyond the mountains
The trees were red
And golden monsters
Hovering above our heads
Waiting to cover us
With autumn
Re: First Prompt "Competition" Ever
The trees were red and golden monsters. How wonderful. Thanks for joining in, Alicia.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
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