Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Poem – Rondeau – “Playing The Part” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction #fiction


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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You may not notice, I’m a work of art

My body my canvas, I define my part;

My vision for my world; Mad Max who darts,

From posers surrounding; their judgment.

Skull rings which frighten, mean I’m them nudging, 

To think outside what they perceive; cold remarks. 

They’ll swear vindictively, “That punk, upstart;

Who’s he think he is? His ink such a lark.”

I’ve tuned them all out, their words toxic sludge,

I’m reckless, I’m fine; I’m a work of art. 

I’m older now, I’ve forgotten their darts

Aimed to hit my stillrock hard diamond heart.

Dress shirts, ties, hide tattoos; I’ll not begrudge,  

Rough nights aided, their beauty never smudged. 

I know too well, what it’s like, to play a part.  

I’m reckless, I’m fine; I’m a work of art. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 
 

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Friday Music Prompt: Poem – Octelle – “Blessed Escape” #amwriting #poetry #music 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Friday Music Prompt, based on the Song: “To The Moon And Back” by Savage Garden 

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“To the Moon and Back” – Savage Garden

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If you’re never accepted by, 

Those who should love you, than go fly —

Where you’re unreachable

Find the moon, whom you beseech

For security and bet

Your scars bleeding, will contest, 

Those who injure you; freely pry, 

For reasons you’d trouble their lives. 

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Some people are thoughtless not your

Fault; you’ve been tattered, left worn. 

Sometimes, life wears us all down. 

As if we’re sand grains, winds pound

Your dark memories will fade, 

Life quickly changes moon’s phase, 

Waxing, waning, there’s more in store, 

Then a brittle past; in life explore

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So fly to the moon, your safe place, 

Together we’ll be happy there paced, 

To walk upon moon’s lunar

Surface; it’s dust old assumed

Let the past go; live, let die
Never wonder about our time, 

For we’ve found our home; our grace

A full moon our blessed escape. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Tale Weaver: Poem – Synchronocity – “A Deadly Night” #amwriting #poetry #fiction #taleweavers


Here is last week’s  Tale Weaver prompt, held by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is a story about being caught in a deep freeze. 

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Credit: Winter Wolly

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Stuck fast in this ice, no relief, 

Car pushed off he highway it’s —

Dark, cold

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We’re lucky we’re uninjured that, 

We’ve signals on our smart phones; night

Descends. 

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There’s no gas left in the tank from, 

Starting, then turning off the heat

Stars bleed

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Giant glimmering balls, twinkle, 

Outside our windows; but we’re still —

Stuck here. 

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We called the AMA, come find —

Us because we’re frozen; minus 

Forty

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Nighttime is bitter, freezing we’re, 

Huddled beneath silver blankets, 

Wondering. 

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Then he starts shaking, lips so blue

Then he’s still; hypothermia

Induced. 

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But the sun is rising now; we’ve —

Made it through the dark; my friend he —

Yet sleeps. 

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Hearing voices outside our car, 

Come to save us now, opening —

Our doors. 

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Light leaks in, such needed warmth; I —

feel my hands, shaking you awake, 

You blink

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Friday Fictioneer: Where The Arched Doorways Lead #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction 


Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Dale Rogerson

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The [girl] who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the [girl] who went out. [She] will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging [her] ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend” 

― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

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“Where do those doors lead, the arches are beautiful. Is there groin-vaulting in between each arched doorway?” 

The tour guide stared at sixteen-year-old Tina who was a surprise student of art history. “If you wish to discover the architectural features of the building, you must find them exploring, it’s how things are done here,” he said. 

Tina watched as other students from her high school trip went exploring in pairs, while she ‘the know it all,’ was left on her own. 

She walked through the first arched doorway and turned to see the tour guide watching her enter, “What is the purpose of these long hallways of arches. Do they end?” 

The tour guide sighed, “Go see for yourself. Sometimes experience is the best kind of knowledge.” 

Tina began following a series of arched doorways. She was filled with both trepidation and a strong urge to succeed, finding the exit. 

At times she had to choose a direction to travel when four different archways presented themselves. She kept walking until she was frustrated, bored, and tired. Then Tina lay down, resting her head on her jacket to sleep. 

In the morning she was relieved to find the exit. Last night she had thought she would never find a way out of this maze. She felt like a changed person today. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.