Written in response to the prompt of the day for Writing 101
Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page?
You didn’t jump, but rather, firmly affixed, you stayed on the page. There was no fear of vacillation, you were concise and clear. You stood between others, creating a structure of words for my enlightenment. Such little letters, strung together, combined to tell the story.
“She had no use for romance …” and thus the truth is spoken.
We do not want adverbs, that is what I heard,
Today we will play de-clutter the page,
Choosing words bold and strong
to strut on our stage.
I admit I’m confused, adrift and bemused,
in understanding the usage
and nuances of verbiage
I know that I’ll just get it wrong.
A bundle of confliction under her skin,
Nervous energy running like ants in her mind,
Knees jiggling, hands wriggling,
like a thousand worms crawling in the dust.
Only her face was serene, a porcelain mask of nothing,
no smile, no frown, no wrinkles to mar perfection.
So much effort to pretend to be
who she was not.