Weekend Writing Challenge 09/01/2017

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Weekend Writing Challenge is alive and well at Rhetoric Askew on Facebook. Here are this week’s challenge winners.

 

Poetry Winners: David van den Berg, Lance Vicher, and Felix Carson

Angels’ Refrains
© 2017 Felix R. Corson

The road is long,
The ending sure.
I must stay strong,
I will endure.

There is no pain
Without a cure.
The sweet refrain
Of angels pure!

I hear their song,
‘Tis heaven sweet.
Refrains prolong,
‘Til death I meet.

The road is strewn
With stumbling stones.
Their happy tune
Drowns out my groans.

No matter what
God plans for me,
I can be sure that
He’s set me free!

The road is long,
The ending sure.
I must stay strong,
I will endure.

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by David van den Berg

Speak to me mother, it’s been a long time.
Don’t fool me, can you comprehend approval?
For the search has to deliver, for I will not be let down.
As the days are counted, the days are counted down.

Suppress the feelings, repress the keenness.
It’s quite a hazard to be the first and slowly,
Wake up to be folly, don’t hold the contraband.
As the times are found, the days are marked down till…

Let it rain, let it drain down.
Speak, it’s been a long time.

Hold the key hidden, where it can not be minded.
Be grounded, but only after you’ve winded it.
Try to search for the one, and the ground will be spit.
As the days are counted, the days are counted down till…

Let it rain, let it drain down.
Speak, it’s been a long time.
I have been lost.

Grim.

by Lance Vicher

Up on the cliff
Where no myrtle grows
A mist white unveils
The castle with sombre whiff
Of the silver cross

Walk ‘till the sturdy gate
Knock on hard ebony
A murder of crows
Caw and fly with wings on their weight
Then the door welcomes thee

There, upon the walls high
Where dark waters flow
And where lost souls go—
Hush! The cries
Come far and nigh

“Slice!” Said the scythe
As it swings the free in

 

Fiction Winner: Mil Ana

Song of castles
by Mil Ana

Falling apart.
Little by little.
Still upright and strong.
There she stood.
Against the castle.
Fighting against walls.
Built long ago.
Against invincible defenses.
Armed with only a soul.
Fearless in weakness.
He waved from afar.
“The closer I get, the higher the walls.”
“Don’t give up,” cried the castle.
“I’ll fight for the treasure.”
“What if you find nothing inside?”
“Let me in.”
A plea in disguise.
There he stood.
Singing the never-ending song of castles.
Fragments of his soul.
Fearless tiny soldiers
His army in position.
Invincible.
Falling apart.
Little by little.

Read from bottom up.
Onward again.
A time loop.
A never-ending story.
An everlasting war.
This song of castles.

 

Writing Challenge Debut: Aaron Cody Masters

 

“Raindrops”

by Aaron Cody Masters

Raindrops falling from the
sky, down to replenish the
Earth, make the air smell
clean, and followed by
a cool breeze

Raindrops are one of
God’s many gifts, letting
us know He is still up there
and He still cares for us

Raindrops sometimes fall
out of order, but we need
not worry, God has His
protective hands around
us

Raindrops: one of God’s many gifts

 

 

 

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