Phil's comment to my last post got me thinking about being cryptic in my own writing. I'm relieved to know the reason behind some of his posts... all those that I had no idea how to comment on, and therefore, didn't. To know that they actually stand for something... I'm more likely to dig in and try to pull some meaning out of it.
I think I've always been this way--even now when I do crosswords and there is one word tripping me up, one word that I'm unsure of that is making it impossible to complete the puzzle, I am the one who flips impatiently to the back of the book to see if I'm right or not.
Recently, my brother, D, who is moving to the UK soon, gave me two boxes of his books. I'd forgotten about so many of them, and am THRILLED that he gave them to me. Included in one of the boxes are Usborne Puzzle Adventure books. I can remember reading these books and flipping to the hints or answers page when a particular page was taking me too long to figure out. I just wanted to get on with it and finish the book.
What I'm trying to say is that Phil has inspired me to look at things differently. To approach puzzles and cryptic things with more patience, and to try using that style of writing here, when things get so that I can't just write about them.
Here's something mildly cryptic that I wrote back in 2005...
Wish
Little Silver DragonsLike Sucking Dynamite
Living Simply Dumb
Love Someone Dangerous
Lightning Strikes me Dead
Leaving Smarter Devils
Live Some Dream
Lacking Sense Desirous
Laughter, Spiting Death
Late, Stumbling Drunk
Leaving, She's Delirious
Make a wish.
Nuptials On a Luscious Scented Desert
He'll shrug and walk away.
5 comments:
Some of my posts are pure nonsense, however, and trying to derive meaning out of them may not prove successful. This post is a relatively recent one where there was a definite second meaning.
hi.
I love it.
wow, I even made a wish! :o)
very nice cryptic words. I am inspired now too!
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes :)
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