#OctPoWriMo – Day 5 – Blitz Poem – “Sharp Is the Knife” #poetry #amwriting


Day 5 Prompt: Sharp

“When I first think of something sharp, pain comes to mind but then I think of an A sharp or a B sharp. Of course there are sharp turns, sharp angles and “He’s looking sharp.” and let’s not forget, sharp as a tack and look sharp.” 

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Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Not the brightest crayon in the box. 

Boxes need opening with sharp knives.

Boxes, trapped in our boxes, locked.

Lock it up tight. 

Lock it or else 

Else in the morning you’re to blame

Else, you’ll lose your job, what then

Then you don’t know

Then you can’t tell

Tell nothing because

Tell nothing they say

Say you’re not bright

Say you’re a bit dim

Dim as shadow

Dim as a dark room

Rooms, you’ve not one your own

Rooms are nothing, you’re vagrant 

Vagrant wandering needs people 

Vagrant wandering seeking close

Close enough, no one will steal

Close enough, no one will think

Think you’re more than homeless

Think you’re more than a mistake

Mistaken once, but you’re capable

Mistaken once, but you’re smart

Smart, can you appear that way

Smart, most people aren’t

Aren’t life smart

Aren’t more than book smart

Smart, who cares when you’ve no food

Smart, who cares when you’re so cold

Cold eyes of people staring

Cold hearts of people cracking

Cracking your bubble 

Cracking your safety zone

Zone of space around you

Zone of personal space

Space is all around you

Space, there is too much of it

It, means a place you can stay 

It is a place called home

Home, needs a job to pay for 

Home, lost because you weren’t sharp

Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.

Sharp is the knife that cuts in life.

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The Blitz Poem
“The Blitz Poem, a poetry form created by Robert Keim.
This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow. 
Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.

The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition. 

Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.
The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.
There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.” 
Please see Shadow Poetry for further information. 

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Friday Fictioneer: Gone For A Swim #flashfiction #amwriting


Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting FF. 

Credit: CEAyr

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 “You don’t ever come out here on this balcony alone, don’t open the doors, and no going into the river,” Sandra told her daughters sternly. 

“Why Mommy?” Mia and Ilah asked. 

“You can’t swim my dears. If you fall into the river you’ll drown. Mommy would be so sad without her girls.” 

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A day into vacation, Sandra left briefly to buy sandwiches for Mia and Ilah.  

As soon as their Mom left, the girls unlocked the balcony doors and pulling a chair outside, both of them climbed up onto the balcony ledge. 

“Want to go in?” Ilah asked Mia. She nodded and they held each others’ hands and jumped. 

 Sandra returned to hear her girls’ screams. She dove in the river to save them but it was of no use. 

Tears mixed with water as she realized, her daughters were gone. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 4 – Cascading Etherees – “Purple’s History” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 4 Prompt: Purple

Free write for ten minutes about purple – when was the first time you noticed purple, how do you feel about purple, what images come up for you around the color purple (besides the movie, unless of course it was something that affected your life).

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Dye from a mollusk in city of Tyre, 

A place in ancient Phoenicia, 

Now the city of Lebanon, 

Purple a royal colour, 

Dye rare not just royal, 

Imperial purple, 

Shade Tyrian, 

Minoan’s, 

They wore, 

It.

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So 

Did Great —

Alexander, 

In Egypt the —

Ptolemaic, 

Even royal Romans wore, 

Gold thread trimming the purple, 

A senator had a stripe of it, 

Purple on their white togas displayed. 

Said to be the colour of “clotted blood.” 

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In China, Han purple, made from dyes that —

We’re artificial, during the Han —

Dynasty, decorated —

Terracotta men, 

Famous army today, 

Still seen by those, 

Who wonder, 

At such, 

Art.

Then, 

In the, 

Seventeenth, 

Centuries–

Royal Purple comes, 

Used first in England in —

Sixteen-Sixty- One and first, 

Written word of the colour is —

Reported; Crayola Crayon’s takes–

Royal Purple, Crayon name in nineties. 

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(That is in the twentieth century), 

Mauevine Purple was created in, 

Victorian era from mallow a —

Flower; could be rich dye or a

Lighter shade, but became, 

Popular when her, 

Majesty, 

Victoria 

Queen wore, 

Mauve.

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Gown at, 

The most Royal —

Exhibition. 

Then red-violet or what —

Is called Artist’s Purple, 

In the Munsell System of —

Colour; and then, electric Purple, 

In the two-thousands, became popular and —

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You could go on and on, on the history, 

Of Purple and how it came to be, 

But I think we’re happy enough to —

Have it to wear these days, 

Be we rich or poor or —

Somewhere in-between, 

Colour of such, 

Creative, 

Thought, a —

Muse.

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Source: Wikipedia: Shades of Purple

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Gone Again #flashfiction #amwriting


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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A Mixed Bag

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“I can’t believe we ever lived there.” 

“Yeah it’s a dump, but we didn’t have much choice at the time, Minnie.” 

“Oh Henry, we had such good times there. It was dirty and there were too many drug dealers and thugs. But somehow we made it home alive each night. We huddled inside, afraid of every noise. But we had each other always.” 

“You got used to the noise after awhile,” Henry said. 

“Then we were finally done school and had real jobs. In a couple of years, we bought our first condo and I had Tracy. The condo was a much nicer place and in a family neighbourhood,” Minnie remarked.

“Life it goes by so fast,” Henry said squeezing Minnie’s shoulder gently. 

“What Henry, where are we?” Minnie suddenly said. “You don’t look like Henry? Well a bit but you’re old. Why are they tearing down our apartment Henry?” 

Henry sighed. Minnie was gone from him again. 

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