Mercredi, 09 avril 2008 @ 11:49
The War of the WordsThe writer sits and stares at the sea of empty page before him,
the tools of his art fighting a civil war of words in his mind.
The bitter battle begins,
alliteration already annihilating all comers.
Like two Roman Gladiators,
onomatopoeia and palindrome do battle over ‘wow’
while similie looks on, quietly pleased with her contribution.
The conflict continues through the deafening silence created by oxymoron
as a new chapter in the fight is written by the mareless cisuse of a couple of consonants,
whose clumsy transposition usher spoonerism into war.
His cameo appearance scythed down by malaprop,
who mistook his rule of the consonants to be incontinence
The subsequent pointing and laughing shamed him away!
Watching, lurking in the margins,
metaphor, personification and irony wait for their chance,
(not quite sure if they’ve already contributed.)
As the dust settles on the blank page battlefield,
nothing can compete with the nemesis of all the writer’s soldiers.
Smirking, triumphant
Writer’s Block.