#43: Silver Lining Views


A lovely little poem by Juliet Q

Poetry and Idealism

The Night has its light too,
The beautifully contrasting moon.
So sit and absorb its view
As you await the day, inevitably new.

#DifferentPerspectives. (You’re never in total darkness.)

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Poem: “Special”


Just another girl. No one special to you. Just another conversation making plans to get laid.

Just another girl. Not as pretty and not as hot. Just some girl who is quite flawed.

I know you’re flawed too. I hear it when the words leave your mouth. Talking like a guy who thinks he’s big stuff.

But every now and then you say something understanding. You comprehend somethings I don’t expect you to get. 

But I still wished you’d told me nicer, all the girls you’d been with and how hot they were. How it’s easier to get laid because they don’t have my problems.

You didn’t say that last part. But I thought it. You didn’t mean to sound cruel, you were only being practical saying the truth in black and white.

But it hurt me. Because you don’t understand, no girl wants to be like every other girl. She wants to be special and unique. She wants to be someone you remember. Not another girl you tagged.

Being “together” is important but conversation and how we get along, I think it’s more or equally as vital. A smart guy would see he’s the keeper of the Romance.

And if he wants to get with me he better play his cards right. Because I’m the keeper of the sex, I say what is and doesn’t go. 

So, I maybe difficult and I maybe imperfect but I want to be with a guy who thinks I’m beautiful and likes me for my flaws. I want him to see how unique I am, even in my words.

I want him to see from when we first talk that I’m worth his time and effort. And that I’m not like any other girl. I am his. 

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Flash Fiction For the Aspiring Writer: ‘The Lady’s Breakast.’


On Whyte Avenue this eclectic bar opened up. The food is delicious and the bar is called: ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’ It’s an interesting name for a pub. Inside you can see a lady riding a horse on an old painting.

Apparently, Felicia was the wife of an accomplished Military Commander. She was the height of fashion in France in her region for a few years.

A man named Edmond Township kidnapped Felicia. They fought terribly and he wouldn’t let her go. Felicia cried when Edmond admitted to her, her husband wouldn’t pay for her safe return.

 Felicia disappeared with Edmond to America. They travelled to Philadelphia and opened up a pub and inn. 

Felicia never understood why each morning, Edmond brought her breakfast in bed as if she were still a Lady. 

She didn’t realize it was out of love until one day he was gone and didn’t return for months. He had been left for dead by robbers and saved by a kindly couple. 

On the day, he arrived back, Felicia threw herself into his arms. She became his wife and inspiration for the owners at a pub called, ‘The Lady’s Breakfast.’

 

Etol Bagum
 
Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting.

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Poem: Quatern – “It Hurt”


A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme. 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

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I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

When you said ‘you’re not important.’

When you admitted you don’t care.

I’m only another woman, not even special.

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You didn’t mean to be like that — harsh,

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

Maybe, it was the way you said it.

But you crushed what I felt — some hope.

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Perhaps, I should be more reasonable.

Let things with you go as they go.

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

Who wants to be like every woman.

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I’d rather be a diamond, not–

Your sloppy seconds, thirds, or fourths.

I’d like to say goodbye to you,

I thought I’d be fine, but it hurt.

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