She called out for help. For a voice. For a friend. For a sign. Something to tell her not to die. She screamed and begged and pleaded and bargained.
The breeze brought her a letter, floated down to her feet as echoing angry footsteps stomped out of my soul's doorway.
Find your own reason to ignite.
Gasoline will come later. From someone more accustomed to braving heat.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (6 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.00/5
And don't listen to Eeyore.
- #1608 Posted 5 years ago
Haha! Exactly XD
- #1612 Posted 5 years ago
I loved the desperation in the spondaic verse.
- #1623 Posted 5 years ago
- 4 out of 5
Thank you, Joe, for completely opening my mind to the concept of prosody by using "spondaic". A word I have never seen before. I just went on a complete Wikipedia binge trying to figure that all out so I could analyze my own poetry and see if it really is written in spondee.
- #1638 Posted 5 years ago
I=iambic unstressed then stressed
T=trochaic stressed then unstressed
A=anapestic un un then stressed (triplets)
D=dactic stress stress then un
S=spondaic everyone long or stressed shows urgency or desperation. I can tell you are proficient at these even if you did not know their names.lol
- #1642 Posted 5 years ago
- 4 out of 5
Cool!! (Things I wish I was taught in school)
- #1643 Posted 5 years ago
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