So I did the first two from this thread. I didn’t do the 3rd cuz it’s more specifically geared towards prose, and I am more of a poet, so I disliked the restriction that came with that one bc it makes no sense with poetry so
Writing excercises
ONE: BEING GORGEOUS
I am a blue tree.
In the sea of all that is unholy I stand, concerned with the conviction of the million branches blubbering around me that I am orange. Awake as the dying trees, I stay alert in the morning light, whispering something that that I can never fully see, hear, feel. Branches whisper the grievances of a thousand years, all telling me how to live and how to dream.
In the midnight quiet i stand, blowing in the afterglow of the evening sun, leaves burning bright still until the dawn of time. Following the underground darkness, feeling the blur of a million voices pulsing with pain and pleasure and post-mortem madness.
I am young and beautiful and ugly and old; I am the scorn of the morning light chasing away the tender darkness; I am the riot in the calm and the beauty in the chaos.
I let my heart burn as a cyan flame, in the twisted glory of the 4 am light, the moon shining bright as an apocalypse. the world turns asunder when I shudder my thoughts into existence, conceiving the notion that I am once again unique: the earth vibrates with my arrival….
I am home.
TWO: AM I SARAMAGO?
I am fluorescent honed creature flourishing like a sea of lights sounds colours smells and as if I could live without the pressure of the present time I count one two three days years a century and yet still I am amazed at how the world is always turning burning swelling producing pleasure plaster and pain