Purposeful Angel

by Mr. Darcy   Apr 18, 2009


Purposely, productively and with precise precision..

..another stem is selected - straight and of jade suede. It is then plucked, pinched and poised; then carefully threaded through, right up to its towered throne..

..Upon which sits an abundant display of soft snowy feathers, parading perfectly and symmetrically around a voluptuous pillow of rising golden sun.

A trail of nature's jewels are collectively held aloft and admired. With a silent nod of appreciation they are deliberately and without delay dispatched.

Such innocence is free, like the warm summer's breeze, or the proud gift from the hands of a smiling angel.

M. Moran
18.04.09
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  • 15 years ago

    by The Prince

    Ever considered writing a short story? This could perhaps be expanded one day to form a character or something.

    You'll find, that when you simplify your language, your communication becomes better; for example, your abundance of alliteration, adverbs and adjectives (which is, too alliteration haha) complicates the language. Simple verbs, echoes of certain letter sounds and shapes will do far more for you. Adverbs aren't needed if the verb is good enough, and adjectives will always be overrated. I suppose alliteration is like rhyme, it limits you to what words to use, for example:

    'Purposely, productively and with precise precision..'

    Could be something far more simple

    'With precision, another stem is selected'

    It says exactly the same thing as what you put, (not suggesting you use it by the way, just an example) the 'productively' isn't needed, because the act, or the 'verb' of making daisy chains is productive. And precision will always be precise, my friend. :)

    Writing is like playing music - we learn an instrument and we can play it well but we underplay so when the time comes, we can show off what we've learnt and it stands out. Keep writing, but tame your language. :]

  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Dear Michael,

    I take it this is about a young person, a child perhaps making an object of art of some kind with flowers and other things found in nature?

    My son used to pick daisies for me from the very fist time I let his feet touch the grass. I will email you the picture, the surprised look in his eyes when his bare feet felt the grass for the fist time is priceless:)

    Sweet poem, it gave me such a happy feeling. Only parents can truly know how it feels to get a "gift"like that, ey?

    (((hugs))) xx

    Ingrid