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Check out my article, 5 Ways to Maintain Skin Deep Beauty, on page 55 of Content Skin magazine. Follow the link: http://www.magcloud.com/webviewer/728675?__r=459823&s=w
I hope you like it! 🙂
Let’s explore some words that would make you wince.
Noisome [noi-suhm] (adj.):
1. harmful or disgusting, as an odor.
2. harmful or injurious to health.
Example:
Can you turn off that cigar? The smell is noisome.
Pungent [puhn-juhnt] (adj.):
1. sharply affecting the organs of taste or smell, as if by a penetrating power; biting; acrid.
2. acutely distressing to the feelings or mind; poignant.
3. caustic, biting, or sharply expressive: pungent remarks.
4. mentally stimulating or appealing: wit.
The stubborn gale wailed in the swarthy twilight.
All around, the lush, autumn leaves were swept
Into elaborate complexions upon the dank, freezing air.
In the distance, growing closer by the minute,
A windswept, shivering traveller approaches;
Intent upon reaching the small settlement
Of Rynde by midnight.
The evergreen wood to the right doth moan
A loathsome sound as branches and leaves
Are knocked and wrenched in all directions,
The dark Confusion of the luminous Night.
Pausing for a moment or two,
That wanderer looks up at the furious moon
And its angelic, burning light, concealed half
From view by swirling, grey clouds of wrathish like,
Their hollow laughs and cackles are the wind.
“I do wonder.” That solitary man muses,
“Whether mortals such as myself,
Could find safe passage to that
Most divine orb and reach celestial height.”
For some time he stands there,
Pondering the possibility of flying.
Yet eventually the shrieking storm
And howling torrents renew with an increased
Spite and vigour. He hurries on, in time
He’ll reach his mortal goal of that fair dwelling
Of bricks and man,
But not his divine aspiration.
Pity, almost harsh that he should not see,
That way out across the fields and hills,
Feral and wild as Nature is,
There lies a stairwell. Glinting
Like the onyx or the beryl stone,
An ethereal gateway to heavens yonder.
If he had but strayed from his road,
It would have been his to ascend
And the starry heavens his for the taking.
Alas, all that mortal eyes do sight,
Is stony path from which we must not flight.
Bio: I’m sixteen years old and love running and surfing. I’m an aspiring writer currently at college and hoping to do philosophy at uni which will help me combine my passions of writing stories and objective knowledge.
You can follow Will’s blog by following this link http://constantinewrathings.wordpress.com/
If you like his poem, you should go to this link on Amazon and check out his collection: http://www.amazon.co.uk/collection-Romantic-poetry-W-A-Moorfoot-ebook/dp/B00K40LA7I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399191262&sr=8-1&keywords=W.A+Moorfoot
It’s “A collection of poetry inspired by the Romantic era of literature concerning itself with all manners of oddities from daemons to cats,” says Will.
Thank you, Will!
Have you told any lies today? Remember: “if you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.”
Mendacity [men-das-i-tee] (noun):
1. Untruthfulness, tendency to lie.
2. An instance of lying, falsehood.
Example:
She knew she couldn’t believe someone who had mendacity flowing in his bloodstream. She simply smiled and walked away.
Share an example of the way you would use today’s word.