His doubts pained her profoundly / Why wouldn't he believe in her words? Quarantined alone at home, with only her enchanting descriptions of the world outside to raise his spirts, but still he wouldn't / Instead he compelled her, insisting she repeat after him, repeat his darkest thoughts repeat sorrows and banalities / Why are you doing this? She cried / Can you really no longer perceive beauty? She whimpered / Sprites, she promised him - are dancing with fallen leaves in the wind, and pixies - are prancing daintily across the puddles / But he would have none of it / Nonsense, he said / Now, read: [She shuddered but attempted to oblige him] All is cold, all is dead, and the world has become sheer hell frozen, unfurled, where fantasies, so naïve, once had twirled, there is now / Her graceful body heaved as she retched his horrid words out / No! No! No! I won't do this / What do you mean you won't? I mean: I won't be your poem anymore!
The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s ‘Personification & Imagery’ prompt.
The Writing Challenge: Write a poem utilizing either Personification (giving human characteristics to objects, animals, or ideas) or Imagery (appealing to the senses). If you want to combine these poetic devices in one poem, it’s also okay.
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Smart Sprite! Time to listen to her and find that positive voice! Well done David.
I liked this line…
Her graceful body
horrid words out /
Thank you so very much, Dwight!
You are welcome!
I was not sure where this poem was headed. The not knowing made for an interesting journey with a surprising ending. Very creative, David. 🧚♀️
I really appreciate your saying so, Michele – that’s what I was going for 🙂
Mission accomplished! 👏
Oh, I love this. Beautiful and tragic, the poem personified.
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Very well done! Wonderfully penned. An enjoyable read!😊. Thank you David.
No, thank you, Suzette 💖
Woo her back David…don’t let her leave! Nicely done 😊
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This one is especially good
Yes, I really did think I was perceiving a female human being.
So cleverly done, David. To feel ones own verse resist, reluctant to simply be whatever repetitive expression he has chosen. Almost as if a writer’s greatest ally is his own verse, refusing to accept banality. Forcing the writer to strive for more. To grow beyond settled bounds.
I honestly wasn’t expecting that as a response to this piece! Thanks, Shira ❤
You’re welcome, David! Yes, it was moving. More in an ‘I no longer have an appetite for a few hours’ kind of way, but yes.
What a unique and creative “Take” on the challenge. Well done.
Thanks so much, Beverly 🙂
Very nicely done