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Ella
| Welcome to my web page, before reading on it might help to know a little bit about me. Art is a passion of mine, although not every one is aware of this, I dream of being known in this area, expanding my talents and skills and getting to know people who also share the same interests in this area. Writing for me a is a release from the world and a bind to creativity, painting pictures with words is an art of its own. I often find myself awake late with words forming themselves a window, regret the times i don't sculpt the sentances. | |
| My Poetry | |
| Concrete poem: We created pictures from our writing about a word. I chose to write about stars. Synonym Poem: PEACE Calm, quiet, serene, still. Top your heart up with these things and it will overfill. |  |
| This is what my concrete poem says... Stars. That twinkle in her eye, thrown into a rolloing sky of velvet-guiding the way, painting a perfevt picture of probabilities.Plunging into the dazzling ocean, forminga sea of diffused diamonds. Thier eyes were glazed over at the sight of autumn toned bath fizzs zipping through the silent cry of midnight. Taken away into a world of wonder by the light and form of these tiny twinkles winking at them causing dizzy delight. Fizzy yellow. Golden delight. Silent laughs. Brilliant smiles. Stars. Opposites poem: Dawn What is the opposite of dawn? Is it not the mutted colour day-break, the hope of first light, or the start of a new flight. It is the night of heart, the display of despair and full-stop of the flute-sung song. The opposite of dawn is the end. Three word forms Searching for words (reading): Pick, sit, open sit, open, turn open, turn, focus turn, fucus, pause, focus, pause, imagine pause, imagine, wonder imagine, wonder, wish wonder, wish, hope wish, hope, think hope, think, slow think, slow, fast slow, fast, stop fast, stop, search stop, search, slam seach, slam, shove slam, shove, pick shove, pick, sit, pick, sit, open sit, open, turn. first lines, last lines: stories In the corner of a dusty room was a box of unbearable photos. A reminder that was not needed of the reality of the past, was yester-year but vividly yesterday memories far from treasured ander and heartache floaded these photo which she tore with her teeth. | |
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