Isadora

I love lists. I write them all the time, for everything. Grocery, chores, "to-do", travel plans, daydreams, holiday, story ideas, "table of contents", and the list goes on and on. I sometimes find lists tucked away that remind me of certain times in my life...and it's crazy how provoking in both thought and emotion that can be. It's just a list. This challenge is also just a list. That's the only requirement. It must be an obvious list, even if it is not a standard list. I'll pick the one that I think is the most creative, the most meaningful, the most hilarious, or the most something... But as always, I'll use my fellow writers' opinions to dissuade bias (though bias is completely allowed in these situations, ha)...and I'll choose from the top 5 most 'liked' entries. No mass tagging. Liking other entrants and commenting is encouraged...cause that's fun. 25 entrants max and it's done. 10 minimum. What's your list!?

10 minimum entrants. 25 maximum entrants. No mass tagging. Must be an obvious list. No style, length, or subject requirements. Feel free to message me with any questions.

Isadora in Poetry & Free Verse

67 reads

10 Reasons to Knit

1. Never have to buy a Christmas present — ever.

2. “I like your scarf!” “Thanks! I made it” (walks away feeling cool).

3. There are endless needle and yarn color and size combinations.

4. Makes watching TV seem more productive.

5. You can donate to charity (walks away feeling cool).

6. Start a Knitting Club — find fellowship over tea, cookies, yarn, and crafty gossip.

7. The clicking sound of needles is pretty therapeutic.

8. You could also stab someone with them if you really wanted to.

9. Sometimes you get calluses.

10. It’s a healthy form of procrastination, right? — okay…maybe I should stop knitting and do something else.

Challenge

Write a true micro-poem ... see specific details ... this is a think-piece.

According to Wikipedia, the more recent popularity of "micro-poetry" to describe poems of 140 characters in length or shorter appears to stem from a separate coinage, as a portmanteau of "microblogging" and "poetry". Hence this is the challenge, counting spaces, commas, periods and letters. Write a micro-poem no longer than 140 characters. (This does not include the title). It should not be any longer than 30 words maximum (though I have allowed for two additional words if needed.) but it should fall within the range of no more than 140 characters. It can be on any topic/subject. (I will be counting and spaces count as a character). Don’t forget to tag me in the comment section … @Danceinsilence.

Isadora in Micropoetry

49 reads

Find

next to a tree line of scotch pine,

stands a shrine,

a mother’s bent spine,

and her jug wine.

Challenge

Imagist/Minimalist poetry awakens our senses.

I invite you to write a short poem, using as few words as possible to describe a smell, a sound, or a taste. William Carlos Williams’ Red Wheelbarrow is a good example.

Isadora in Micropoetry

51 reads

Stay

White cast spray--

and a Friday, end of May,

rays,

gay play,

slay display,

replay “hey,”

highway,

and milky way sorbet

kind of a day.

Challenge

Challenge of the Week LXXX

“Without music, life would be a mistake” - Friedrich Nietzsche. “Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” - Plato. “Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.” - Ludwig van Beethoven. Write about music or musicians. Write music, or in music.

Isadora

96 reads

Layers

It’s funny how one day

she hums along to her CD,

and the next struggles to keep tears at bay

and cries at the same church key.

How he cringes

at a love song,

but then his heart unhinges

when he’s found someone to sing along.

Or how they danced

to that song on their night,

but by circumstance

shut off the radio with fright.

But also how they can find

freedom in keys and strings

playing pennies and dimes

on the road like kings.

How he does not feel

alone in the crowd

with that rock concert heal,

loud and endowed.

Or how she creates,

flowers and grows,

as beats resonate

silencing shadows.

Challenge

Challenge of the Week LXXVII

This week we're going to try something different. Very different. Sort this challenge feed by newest. Read the most recent post, then continue it. Posts will be constrained to 700 words, so nobody has to read a novella before writing their own entry. When evaluating, we'll read the posts in order, from oldest to newest. Feel free to depart from the previous author stylistically, thematically, or in whichever way you choose, though your entry should be somehow connected to the previous entry. If the previous post is nonsensical, or otherwise hopelessly salvageable, continue from the most recent post you can. (If you do elect to continue from a different post, it'd be helpful if you could indicate which post you're continuing from). We'll write the first sentence. "The dream came to an abrupt end when the hysterical ringing of the telephone split the midnight silence."

Isadora

159 reads

Fall in after gnash - the broken hearts club

But while we were out one night listening to drums,

dancing and drinking sweet, sweet rum,

someone came up to me and asked me where I'm from,

their hair smelling like Bazooka bubble gum,

and I guess I succumbed...

'cause now I'm no longer a member of the Broken Hearts Club,

I no longer feel broken or numb,

but I guess you never know what's to come,

'cause I could become the newest member of the Broken Hearts Club.

Isadora

35 reads

let’s nap like dogs

on sunbeams

Isadora

57 reads

Arise

Her closed eyes awake

and see heavy darkness,

submerged under a swirly surface.

Fighting for air her mouth exhales

stardust. Arms and legs

escape crescent moon shackles.

Yet dark whispers nestle

her heart and her ears.

Seeping energy frosts her skin.

Stretched fingers reaching, their voices howl

pleading the night. Glittering

dark liquid tumbles,

an outstretched golden cup.

A long sip, the waterfall

of black fire incinerates the demons,

clouds of curling ghosts.

Wrapping sunshine,

she stands aglow

in the kitchen—

smiling over a cup of coffee.

Challenge

Take a well-known cliche and make it yours (micro poems only)

Isadora

68 reads

Whoops

Don’t cry,

dry your eye,

it’s over,

red rover,

it spilt,

don’t wilt,

it’s just milk.

Challenge

Write about someone who broke your heart, threw you into suicidal depression and made you question your worth...BUT from the point of view of you 10 years later happy and grateful with your true soulmate. Any format.

Isadora

55 reads

Recognition

“Isadora's book of poetry Lovesick has been climbing the charts of the New York Bestseller List.” Ellen said, speaking to the camera. Turning to me, she asked, “Could you tell us a little about your inspiration for this book?”

I made a heavy sigh and smiled. The audience laughed.

“When I was, I think 21, I met this guy—”

“Oh boy, here we go.” Ellen interrupted.

“—and he was a really great guy.” I said, tugging at the bottom of my Chanel dress, absentmindedly. “After dating him for almost two years, though, one day he started acting really strange. I came home from work and turns out he had cheated on me. I was so angry and upset. I eventually fell into depression. But then my therapist told me writing could help me sort through my feelings. So, that’s um, where this book came from.”

“So all of the poems are about this breakup?”

“Yes. It took me over a decade. Not only to write but to also get published.”

“Now I learned that that is also when you met your husband, am I right?” Ellen asked.

I smiled even wider, “Yes.” I said in a small voice.

The audience chuckled at my still apparent-girlish crush on my husband.

“I’d think we’d all like to hear that story.” Ellen said, touching my knee. I smelled her spicy cologne.

“Well, um, ya see, after being denied so many times I was ready to give up. But then I found this publishing company called Candle Press, and that’s where I met my husband, Edmund.”

“So this bad guy was actually a good thing?”

“Definitely. If you are watching, thank you for cheating on me. You put me through hell and back, but I’m all the better for it.”

Challenge

Relationship between women and their hair

Written word in any form describing a character/s transformation. Hair theme must be incorporated in some way.

Isadora

57 reads

Sliver Lining

With a sigh,

she pulls herself to her tiled chamber.

Switch,

she turns to face her twin.

Tilting her head side to side,

she reaches up,

to run her fingertips along

the bumps and dips

on her forehead

and around her eyes.

But to her

her ridges rub like sandpaper,

She chews her tongue.

She mistakes the gray streaks

in her hair

for dirt,

her body like a rose

that discolors

and decays.

She hopes to wash away

her age in the shower.

Yet as she sat naked

on her bed

curling her arms around

her legs in a hug,

with her wet hair

caressing her back,

she felt like a siren

bathed in moonlight—

old enough,

to have mastered the art

of luring men to sea.