As far as I am aware, there are only three letters in the English alphabet that can be used in their singular form; A, I and O. I thought I would be experimental and see what I could conjure up, by using this observation, in a pyramid format. Tell me what you think !
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I like this ... the form, the function, and especially the ending: "O G o G e t M o r e H e a r t" ... the first two set up, succinctly I might add, this shared understanding of rejection and the feelings we have all known at some point in our lives ... it could have gone on from there to anywhere, more sadness or hurt or bitterness or fear ... but instead it went on to "go get more heart" ... fabulous ... I'm glad you took it there ...
I like this ... the form, the function, and especially the ending: "O G o G e t M o r e H e a r t" ... the first two set up, succinctly I might add, this shared understanding of rejection and the feelings we have all known at some point in our lives ... it could have gone on from there to anywhere, more sadness or hurt or bitterness or fear ... but instead it went on to "go get more heart" ... fabulous ... I'm glad you took it there ...
Pretty clever this is. Although, I though O either was spelled "Oh" or it had an apostrophe with it (as in O'). Never seen it used by itself. Anyway, I enjoyed this. Love the formatting too.
Do you really want to know what I think? I like it, you are a treasure Phill and an amazing thinker. I have seen many formats in my time, but nothing like this...fabulously clever!!!
Kudos.
Helen :-)
what you found out here is fantastic. I totally adored ! So great to see you immensely creative a new way and deep meaning. I also hate snubs. ha. and this world needs more heart... wonderful brevity!!
Interesting format. You achieved your goal of using them and using them well. Not only did you captivate the reader by the sheer structure, your message was interesting as well. Well done!
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