This story came from our anagram activity. We started with a word - catastrophe - and from that made as many words as we could. We came up with a list of nearly 100. I used all of those words in the (rather silly) story below. For more info on this exercise or for other ideas, check out our writing section.
There are pros to being a poet.
Scrambling the woes of the world into words for the soul.
Words so tangible that they leave a permanent trace on those that feel the weight, hear the depth and see the past all etched into a living thing, words.
Sometimes, the trace may be a scar, but without fear it may become a star-
Soaring beyond reach it shoots off hope and rains down peace.
With clear ears, the sound shares its wonder.
With anxious hearts, it threatens to tear apart carelessly.
Creases in the shore.
Trace the coast with ease.
Do not fight the thunderous ocean.
Allow it to host you.
Make a pact with its pace.
Ease your anxious mind.
Do not make haste or the ocean will rape your face
and spit you ou like white paste.
Chop scat mak mak!
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...