Lonely Streets - @Mel
I love all the very unique and talented writers on Prose but if I had to pick only one, it would be @Mel. I feel such a strength emanating from her and yet a sadness which she keeps buried. Her words are melancholy slices of life which take me down lonely streets and introduce me to misfits and people who just don’t fit in any niche.
The way she writes makes me feel that I am there, experiencing her deep thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, I want to cry for the lost souls and sometimes I just want to cocoon Mel in a place of safety and tell her everything is all right. The rawness and honesty of her writes captures me in their grip. But make no mistake, she takes past misfortunes and transfixes them into new beginnings in which she goes to school, takes care of a younger brother and works very hard as well. She has developed such character in facing her past, molding herself into an inspiring, young writer. Her kindness and decency in dealing with others shines through, although she keeps a stiff upper lip in the face of hardship.
She is both a liver of life and a conqueror of all she has seen. How do I know all this? All I need to do is read her latest story to understand her and want to see her succeed. And all of this, she puts on paper, capturing my heart and the heart of others. Well done, my lovely friend.
As for picking my favorite piece of hers, I love them all and so do other Prosers. Perhaps the last write that she submitted to the literary agency would be a good choice. I hope they recognize her talent. https://theprose.com/post/141560
I doubt this comes as a surprise, but I have plenty of good reasons to choose Prose's beloved ghoul and ringmaster. Aside of being a spectacular author with one of the most unique styles I've ever come across in my adventures for inspiration, his support and encouragement for his fellow writers is endless. Many times, I've undermined my own ability and each time I have, he's materialized from his ghostly realm to help restore the magic in my doubtful little brain.
I mean, let's be honest. It's not everyday you meet the ghost of an 18th century ringmaster. Freakin' sweet! Because of Ghoul's masterful words, I discovered one of the most incredible writing communities and had the chance to share my own work and discover work by others that continuously rocks my socks. I'll forever be grateful for following his spectral parade straight to the wonderful world of Prose.
As for a favorite work by the Monsieur Loyal, it's painfully difficult to choose just one. There are two works by him that I'd like to bring attention to: "Housewarming" and "The Seamstress." Housewarming is a given, solely for it's rhythmic and eerie glimpse into the haunting afterlife of an earthbound spirit. The Seamstress is nothing short of a masterpiece, painting a mentally vivid scene of melancholy with 'seamlessly' stitched verses giving the entirety of the poem a pastel, dreamlike ambience.
Well, if I really have to pick just one... I choose "The Seamstress." No other work has ever inspired me more than this one. You can feel the magic radiating from each and every verse. GhoulCircus is a maestro of the macabre and a sovereign of supernatural and spellbinding creations. Never have I left his page with less than a fortune of motivation.
If you ever feel yourself in need of a creative push, I highly suggest doing a bit of ghost hunting. This particular ghoul is guaranteed to help you unearth the prime of your talent.
I like so many peoples work on here but if I had to choose one it would be; PaulDChambers...because he is a wordsmith!
It amazes me how he has such command of the written word.
I like many of his pieces but this one AMAZES me!
hope, oh hoopoe
Carved slices of inspiration from yellow Spanish sun
imbibing whirling words born of this hazy, lazy peace
the hoopoe hopes I hear his whooping cry of help
I hark it, friend, and eat it hungry, up with sprinkles
of warmth, the drizzles of sunkissed lizard skitters
and so I lasso swooping playful parakeets with
cerebral gossamer threads and ride high with them
flying aside their vivid green feathers in azure skies
shimmers fade gentle to dusk, chill night's creeping
bright blue turns to purples shot red, as if bruised by
hurt inflicted by busy locals numb to daily treasures
taken for granted, another brilliantine day ignored
resulting scars smear, besmirching sky’s toil and spark.
all whilst this solo man wrenches tentacle clutching
steely coils and clock springs lose grip, loosening and
unwinding to turn languid and lax. Oiled with wine
crushed of local grapes, the crux of nearby rich soil
fecund fruits that nourish earth with beauty, bounty
mediterranean. And sit I, among the whisper voices
distant dogs lamenting the strut of far stray cats
alone amid it all, invisible roots darting down
into ancient strata. By myself yet so full, fulfilled
love and life course through my veins, my carbon
spiked grey metal memories sluffed and cast asunder
break on rubble and bones of umbilical humdrums.
life flows by sonder, relinquishes, and settles at last.
AND as I said there are so many to choose from but this particular piece really blew my mind, it is a work of art, so fluent, odd, strange, clever, it is just perfect.
Thank you Paul.
Hands down my favorite proser.
There are many things to like about my writing style but I think the real 'wow' factors are spelling and punctuation.......
So many wonderfully constructed and fluid pieces that rez on such deeply intimate levels - it is difficult to pick just one example of my work as a favorite.
Having said that, you really can't go past any of my numerous poems about my dick.
As a side......I also have impeccable personal hygiene and deportment and my uncanny ability to accessorize is legendary.
If I've said it once, I've said it a gazillion times......get a big dog up ya :)