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Picture Perfect - Angel

Postby Anblick » Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:51 am

Picture Perfect Mondays have been on "summer vacation".



But now we're going to bring them back on a little more regular basis, since we've been getting a little response from them:



jillstar wrote:The Picture Perfect Writing portion of Wordtrip is used to inspire writing through the "VISUAL" of life. Look at the picture below and write whatever comes to mine... short story, Fast Fiction or novel... even a poem may be inspired from this picture.



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Here's your next picture challenge to inspire us to write. Write an opening line, paragraph or even a short story to go along with the picture. Perhaps even begin a new novel! Maybe members would like to use these as future tags... just ask the person who starts it if it's ok to use.






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Postby pengwenn » Mon Aug 28, 2006 10:53 am

And the angel wept.



(Is that enough of a story? :D I like it's just my last line but I'm still working on the idea.)
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Postby pengwenn » Mon Aug 28, 2006 11:46 am

The angel wept


“But God, I don’t understand.” The angel knelt on the edge of a cloud and looked down. The cloud glowed red in the hellish light from the blaze burning below. Twisted metal and debris littered the highway. Cars were flipped over; their tires, lifted towards heaven in supplication, still spinning. The rancid smell of spilled gasoline and burning flesh wafted up to catch the breath of the angel.

“It is life, my child.”

“But they were happy. This vacation meant everything to them. The oldest, Emily, was going to start school next week. This was their chance to be a family together. To have fun.”

“They had choices.”

“But they didn’t see the truck coming around the corner.”

“They didn’t have to go.”

“But spending time with the family is a good thing. You encourage all of them to do that.”

“I do.”

“But you know everything. You knew this would happen.”

“I did.”

“But why? Why didn’t you stop it? Why did you have to let them die?”

“Child,” God smiled, ”because I love them.”

The angel looked up as God stood and walked away towards a small knot of people huddling behind them. A burly man in grease-stained jeans and t-shirt took off the trucker’s cap on his head and folded it in his hands. A tall man, pale and speechless, put his arms around his pregnant wife, who stood holding a small boy. A young girl looked from the face of her father to God before running out into God’s open arms.

“Heavenly Father.”

The angel watched as God scooped up Emily into His arms and kissed her gently on the forehead. A tiny set of wings appeared on her back as her body glowed in heavenly radiance.

The angel looked back to the scene of the accident below and put its head in its hands. And the angel wept.
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Postby Mlou » Mon Aug 28, 2006 1:15 pm

Nice job, PW!
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Postby Anblick » Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:35 pm

Good job. Any other takers?

(and sorry about the size of the pic)
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Postby LilacWine » Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:38 pm

I've got an idea, I'll have to see if it has legs.
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Postby Mlou » Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:08 pm

TO A TOMBSTONE ANGEL
Oh, kneeling angel
why do you weep?
Is it for those who
now lie asleep?
Do you not know
their spirits have gone
to the Source of love,
to live on and on?
Only their cast-off
garments lie
here in the dust
and by and by
they will rise again
as their savior said.
So weep no more
but lift your head.
Why are you weeping,
angel dear?
They have gone away.
They are not here!
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Postby Anblick » Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:13 pm

Mlou for Poet Laureat!
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Postby Mlou » Tue Aug 29, 2006 8:04 am

O:)
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Postby LilacWine » Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:13 am

Made by Tears

Angharad* knelt on a seaside cliff and wept;
she cried in sorrow for the world around her.
She wept for the children who would never grow,
she wept for those who grew broken and alone.
Angharad sobbed for the women whose lives
knew only pain and loss and called it happiness.
She cried for the men maimed and lost in wartime;
for those who wrought wars in the name of glory.
Her sorrow had no end, her tears brought no relief.
The wind blew in from the sea, sweeping her tears
over her shoulders, they mixed with ocean spray.
As she knelt and wept, salt crystals from her tears
and from the sea formed feathered wings upon her back.
The arched wings channeled crystals to her feet, slowly
the salt born of her sorrow crept up till she was covered.
A thousand years have passed since Angharad first knelt
upon the cliff and wept for mankind and still she weeps.


*Anghard is a name from Celtic mythology meaning “more love”.
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Postby pengwenn » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:30 am

NICE
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Postby lyndalouise » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:33 am

I have never written poetry before, I don't even know if this is poetry? Just wrote it really quickly...


Even your Angel cried that day, the day you nearly flew away.
When death reached out it's icy hands no earthly guardian could make you stay.
Your face so blue, your body limp. So small, so helpless, you were not strong.
Your heart failed as my heart broke, I couldn't take it, it was so wrong.
Even your Angel cried that day, the day you nearly flew away.
But we look at you now, we watch you play.
And we thank your Angel every day.
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Postby Mlou » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:41 am

Very heartfelt, lyndalouise! Now you need a title. :)
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Postby LilacWine » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:42 am

It's poetry. :)
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Postby pengwenn » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:43 am

very nice lynda. I'm not a poet but I'd say ya got one there. I would just rearrange your line breaks to have it look more "poety" if that's what bothering you.
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Postby lyndalouise » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:44 am

Thanks, all of you. pengwenn, do you mean shorter line lengths?
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Postby pengwenn » Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:49 am

yes. If you look at it very quickly you can see where you've got commas in the middle of those long lines that might provide a natural break as a seperate line without the commas.
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Postby lyndalouise » Fri Sep 01, 2006 3:00 am

My Angel

Even your Angel cried that day
the day you nearly flew away
When death extended icy hands
no earthly gurdian could make you stay
Your heart so weak,
your will so strong
You clung to life
but you didn't have long
Your face so small
your body lifeless
Each gasp of air
to me was priceless
I fell to pieces
I couldn't take it
Each time they told me
you wouldn't make it
Then your Angel reached out
and touched your heart
She heard my pleas
shone a light in my dark
Each passing day
your health grew stronger
The doctors stared in awe
in wonder
Now I watch you grow
and laugh and play
And i thank your Angel
every day
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Postby Mlou » Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:45 am

Just one small point: Did you mean please or pleas, as in prayers?
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Postby lyndalouise » Fri Sep 01, 2006 9:57 am

Thanks!
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Postby longfinkillie » Sun Sep 03, 2006 3:52 pm

The Cemetery moved, except for the angel and her charge. Her silent cries are muffled by the rattling of Walmart shopping carts, from the other side of the hedge.
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Postby funkywriter3 » Mon Sep 04, 2006 12:52 am

her ominous face
carved by man
weeping,
yet, mysteriously no tears
as one might imagine
a secret doth lie
beneath the ground
where a facial expression
gives no clue
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