I haven’t done a Trifecta post in a while, so it’s about time, right? This time, they want this:
And now on to our quick weekend challenge. This weekend, we’re sending you back to English 101 to revisit the concept of literary devices. We want you to give us a 33-word example of personification. Wait. What? You forget what that is? It’s the practice of attaching human traits and characteristics with inanimate objects, phenomena and animals (http://literary-devices.com). It’s when the wind howls, the car door grunts, and the front porch shrugs its shoulders under the weight of its own history. Remember? For some writers, it’s the backbone of their art. This weekend, we want you all to give it a whirl, and we can’t wait to see what you come up with. Good luck!
The door squealed with anticipation as she entered.
“I’m leaving.”
A paper airplane flew at me, stabbing my heart. I opened it.
It’s not you – it’s me.
The paper laughed, cutting me metaphorically.
Edward Hotspur
Some wonderful language here! Well done!
English is pretty cool, huh? lol
Personification adds so much life to a single sentence! I love the use of it! Just like I love the use of lots of adjectives!! Make your work cone alive in the minds of the readers! ~ J
Her words spoke honey to me, running down my thoughts and dripping on my soul.
Every time he returns his magical favor
Her heart soars through the painted sky
Like angels with sparkling wings
Even as she flies upon his words
He is inspired by the wings, the feathers
To create the wind and sky
Painting them with sunlight
As soothing as the view
They find comfort in the air
Her eyes sparkle like chocolate diamonds
As they communicate hand in hand
Looking at each other
They burst into smiles
Becoming the raindrops
Then falling back to earth
Soft like the ground
The trees dance in the breeze
Moments unbreakable, next to you
Bring me to my knees
Cherry blossoms falling
Softly like snow
Bury us in springtime’s arms
Embracing us with warm sunlight
As the daylight falls
The mool-lit glow falls gemtly upon us
Colcluding a perfect tryst
Of two kindered vibrant souls
I was assaulted by a paper airplane once. It’s no laughing matter.
You’ll shoot your eye out.
Lucky for my helmet…
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Ouch. I’d crumble that plane and throw it back!
She’s gone.
Some of these comments are almost as beautiful as your original poem. High levels of linguistic artistry on display here. Glad to have you back. The teacher in me appeciates the high quality of your effort. The student in me is grateful to learn from such a Master Wordsmith. Thanks.
You’re like, all, flattering me or something, and junk. Thanks.
Ouch – she entered to leave. Was it fate?
Great work
In through the out door. Thanks!
I believe you are a machine. A cute, word spindling machine.
Nuh uh… oh, wait – I originally read that as ‘machete’. Perhaps an eye exam, or head exam, is in my future.
Close. Machine was meant to be pronounced with a “ch” sound, as in machete, as opposed to the normal “sh” sound.
Now, try it. “…word spindling ma-chine.
It’s up to you whether I meant to spindle: a device to spin yarn or the act of spinning a yarn. Or spindle: a pointy thing you impale paper with. Are you more of a spinner or an impaler? It’s up to you really; I am impartial.
Speaking of eye exam…need to add that to the list. Friday maybe.
Why not both?
Come now. Even The Fates could not pull that one off. Unless you are some kind of a mageecal creature and you haven’t told me.
Doth not the seamstress pierce with needle, pulling yarn spun earlier?
Good point.
Really? That didn’t sound like total bullshit? Huh.
Heh.
I’m gullible. It’s part of my charm.
Whether you want to spin, impale, or bullshit me is really up to you. You are your own man. I’m just a wee girl with a feeble mind and a limited vocabulary.
More charm for you. Winkys.
Not in front of the children, SFL/Ds
Yes, dear.
Ummm…SFL/Ds
Stupid, fucking, little, dumb shit?
San Francisco lassies dance seductively?
Support for learning: dense and stumped?
Sassyfrassylassie/Dreamingsub
How did I miss that? Nice.
OH sure – it’s only obvious to me because I thought of it.
I don’t know what to tell you. You’re a madman, Hotspur.
LOL you might be right.
You’re in good company. I’m as off as they come.
You are past master at this Edward-I bow to your expertise!You have even commented on the comments posted using this literary device to perfection!:-)Enjoyed it thoroughly!
Thanks! Wow, that compliment was a hit and run! I appreciate it!
Ha!Ha!Edward,I can see whose blog I will be stalking now for sure;-)
what can I say that has not already been said?
welcome back!
Thank you!
Paper cut, indeed. How cruel.
Right on the tongue!
Loved this! Very clever and visual. The paper plane did it for me.
That just.. uh… flew out of nowhere.
You wonderful word-twisting magnificent bastard!!!
Damn! Thank you, sir. You are a gentleman and a scholar.
You deserve it. And I always hope you get what you deserve.
Why does that sound so threatening? ha ha
I am sure you will be fine…
Still threatening…
I didn’t invent Karma, Ed…
This is about your story on the ship with your hands in your pockets, isn’t it.
No… but I am glad you read it. I really am not trying to make any point here… except to give you a hard time.
Yeah, a lot of people seem to make that point.
See… Karma… ha!
I love this so much! That last line is awesome! Great job!
Thank you for loving it. It loves you back!
The metaphorical cutting was a perfect ending. Ouch!
I am stuck on metaphorical bandages, because metaphorical bandages are stuck on me.
This is brilliant!
Awww, thank you!
As the daylight falls
The mool-lit glow falls gemtly upon us
Colcluding a perfect tryst
Of two kindered vibrant souls
Perfect ending!
I think so too! I love it.. may I post as a duet with you dear friend? What should we title it?
Maybe.. To Paint The Wind And Sky?
To Paint the Wind and Sky – that is lovely.
Shall I post?
Sure – I might wait til tomorrow, though. I wonder what would happen if you, Hasty and I all three wrote something? It would definitely be a first, as far as I know, in the blogosphere.
Crazy!! I was just thinking that today!! A trio.. a tryst trio!! We should make that happen…
Would be interesting, for sure.
Oh yes.. I’m liking this idea.. breaking a new style… I’m down for sure!! I’d love to see where the tree of us take things..
Me too.
yes.. def…oh fuck…. I forgot I have din in the ov… be rt bk
lol
Moon-lit glow!! –typo–
I think that’s a great ending! This was really beautiful.
oh my.. lots of typo’s to fix in the last stance.. sheeesh! good job Jen..
I’ll never look at a door the same.
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I love “it’s not you, it’s me”. This is one of my favorites this week: humorous and thought provoking.
Thank you – I thought it was just a plane post.
plainly i mean planely, it’s not…i’ll stop now
Gonna be thinking on the implications of a metaphorical paper cut. nice.
What else is a metaphor, anyway? lol
Love the image of the paper airplane.
Thanks!
The paper laughing and cutting. I’ve felt this pain. Very vivid.
Yes, it is. Hard to think about!
Lots of poetry going on in here. Liked your piece.
We be getting all kind o poetical up in this mutha! Or, yes, some of us really love to write.
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