#NaPoWriMo Day 20/Tale Weavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Ember of Glory” #amwriting #poetry #MLMM #TaleWeavers


For #NaPoWriMo Day 20 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or structure that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it.

Also, combining with Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie TaleWeavers Prompt “exploring the concept of longing. What is it you long for? Health, holiday, freedom, love, understanding, acceptance.”


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These cubicles, they’re full —

But outside there’s fresh -air and freedom.

A world to explore, to engage to the core,

Outside these thin walls is liberty.

No more work burdens to bear,

So, the mountains and city steps I’ll climb.

And these cubicles, I’ll slice them full of holes,

Tacking up scenic pictures to inspire my soul.

Nature’s vibrant purple-skies as storms roll in,

Waterfalls that crash, and streams that gurgle.

Cars that absorb the grind of the rocky-road,

Spring zipping through the highways on four-wheels.

All in all, I’m forlorn, for the wide-great outdoors,

Scented pine-needles and decaying earth.

Wings of bubble-bees as they hit the breeze,

And flutter into pale-pink roses.

I’ll knock down these walls with hammers and saws,

Because no architect supposed workers crave sunlight.

No builder thought windows were essential to breathe,

That these gray walls, dense recycled air —

Aren’t places for humans to exist;

To flourish and grow, to be creative and problem-solve.

They’re the prisons where we labor to earn —

The visage of sunlight on rippling waters.

Oceans crashing against rocks —

The flow of rivers down the banks,

And the hustle of people as they swarm live-festivals,

Scamper for cool beer and watermelon.

When we peer to the ceiling, we’re searching for the sky,

So, you can call security, but either way, I’m escaping.

The green-grass is sweet and calling to me;

My heart beats for the tides’ ankle-deep caress.

And a tangerine sunset, it lives inside me,

The ember of glory that leads the way,

Through the dull-dread of each dreary workday.


©Mandibelle16. (2018).All Rights Reserved.

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#NaPoWriMo Day 18/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Nurado Sonnet – “Dearest Stay Near” with Apologies to Nurado’s “Don’t Go Far Off” #poetry #amwriting #photochallenge


For NaPoWriMo Day 18 the Prompt is: To “find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it.Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem.” Combining with NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge.


Credit: Lover and the Wild @Deviantart


“Dearest Stay Near”

Leave me not without your light, not ever,

The truth’s time stretches too far when you’re gone.

I will wait for your touch, your kiss, missing my —

Lips to meet yours, in the darkened airport.

Stay by my side, so close, as dusk’s fire dims black,

Let not my suffering grow, a mound burying.

Spirals of ash, the lost smoke that lingers,

Catching my breath, stealing my heart’s true rest.

Your presence in tides ‘neath Stars remain,

Your eyes bold lights fading not on far shores.

You, my complement, don’t wander far,

I reach for your hands, you’re gone with the dawn.

Each lands a labyrinth where you I seek still,

Leave me not here, to thirst and perish.


“Don’t Go Far Off” — Pablo Nurado

Leave me not without your light, not ever,

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

The truth’s time stretches too far when you’re gone.

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

I will wait for your touch, your kiss, missing my —

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

Lips to meet yours, in the darkened airport.

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Stay by my side, so close, as dusk’s fire dims black,

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

Let not my suffering grow, a mound burying.

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

Spirals of ash, the lost smoke that lingers,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

Catching my breath, stealing my heart’s true rest.

into me, choking my lost heart.

Your presence in tides ‘neath Stars remain,

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;

Your eyes bold lights fading not on far shores

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance

You, my complement, don’t wander far,

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

I reach for your hands, you’re gone with the dawn.

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

Each lands a labyrinth where you I seek still,

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Leave me not here, to thirst and perish.

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.