Morning Light Scattered the Night

One of my favorite quotes is by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

“It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.”

While F. Scott Fitzgerald is one of America’s most celebrated writers, biographies about him and his wife, Zelda reveal flawed individuals fraught with pain. They had an extravagant lifestyle and spent much of their early marriage in pursuit of excess. His struggles with alcoholism and hers with mental illness led to sad lives for them both. But his ornate writing style is one of my favorites. He used elaborate descriptions, clever similes, and put many of his own life experiences into his fiction.

I love this quote from “The Great Gatsby”. It is a great example of his style:

“He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about… like the ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”

I have read books by and about F. Scott Fitzgerald, but one of my favorites is a work of fiction about his wife: “A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald” by Therese Fowler.

It’s Only Words #6

Tame the Rhythm

poetryy

I’ve always wanted to write one of those rambling,

meditative poems. The kind where you just know

it’s a poem and not some random piece of prose

without the use of punctuation or rhythm

that has been skillfully put together

by someone who has more words on a given subject

than his mind can possibly contain

but has somehow managed with much finesse

to incorporate every single one of them

into one cohesive idea.                                                                      

I particularly like the part where the author

 

completes a sentence after a paragraph break just to show off

his ability, his brilliance, his absolute and utter artistry

at keeping you tuned in to his train of thought.

I LOVE that style, I really do!

But,

just when I think I’m making progress,

my pesky sense of rhythm kicks back in.

Feeling woefully defeated I concede

I have written yet another boring poem!

My response to today’s one-word prompt: Tame