Day 22 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge /FFftAW: Poem – Rondel – “Wheat Fields” #poetry #flashfiction #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge


Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem called a Georgic focused on taking care of the earth and agriculture and initially written by Virgil. For the A to Z Challenge the GoodRead’s writer’s quote will begin with the letter S. Also I’m using this poem for Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy

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Credit: Yinglan Z

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“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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In the fields pleasant green, pastures of peace. 

In the fields of wheat, standing tall to greet. 

The threshing machine worked, farmer in his seat, 

Radio loud as wheat full grown ceases —

No longer for a glorious view reached. 

Becomes the meals of many now to eat. 

In the fields pleasant green, pastures of peace

In the fields of wheat, standing tall to greet. 

An old wagon rotting by the house leased. 

Visions of yesterday, horses released. 

No burden for harvest to pull and meet. 

Times have changed, technology entreats. 

In fields pleasant green, pastures of peace. 

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November Notes: Poem – Day 20 – Rondel – “Better Than Your Worst Days” #amwriting #poetry #novembernotes #writing 


The song for this days song prompt was “Floodgates” by Colbie Caillat

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“Flood Gates” – Colbie Caillat

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Everyone’s felt broken, with force knocked down;

Leave your floodgates open, sad tears douse fires. 

Learn to love when someone hurts you, when you drown —

In tears, the sweetest nector, they inspire. 

There’s great might in being weak, don’t meltdown, 

Pick-up the pieces, work with it –aspire. 

Everyone’s felt broken, with force knocked down;

Leave your floodgates open, sad tears douse fires. 

There is strength in you, a hero renowned, 

You’ve more terror than the fire demons respire. 

Beat, belittled, your relisiant admired. 

You’re better than your worst days –you’re profound

Leave your floodgates open, sad tears douse fires. 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 7 – Rondel – “The Chocolate Death” #amwriting #poetry #chocolate


Day 7 Prompt: Tasty

“Free write for ten minutes around the word tasty, try some word association, where does it lead – To a memory as a child with the first bite to your favorite food? To a moment when you cooked your first meal? Dig deep and allow your words to flow.”
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Delicacies on my lips land, 

Smoothly sumptuous ambrosia. 

Chocolate soft inside so rich, not bland. 

Sweet, dark sensuous aroma. 

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Moist soft cake, creamy center grand. 

Icing with cocoa, melts just so, 

Delicacies on my lips land, 

Smoothly sumptuous ambrosia. 

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Chocolate intense taste I understand, 

Crumbs of cake near mouth, eating slow.

One more bite, save for tomorrow, 

Devoured, pleasure sweet, on hand.

Delicacies on my lips land. 

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Rondel: 

“A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.” 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. 

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Poem: Rondel – ” Thoughts too Deep” #wordhighjuly #poetry



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Contemplate and speculate, 

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

Searching within, why am I torn?

Decisions difficult await.

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I’m no philosopher ruminating,

Wonder without, within my core.

Contemplate and speculate.

Absorbed in careful thoughts explore.

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Thinking, wears one out, unsated, 

Answers true or some folklore.

Scientific explanation, something more?

Faith and the heart have their say made.

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Contemplate and speculate 

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What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

The problem: always, forever, having choice

Sometimes the wish to never think fights.

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Float away, grace whirlpool, without sight.

Easier to be blind than make your choice.

What is wrong and what is done right?

Consumed by such thoughts of inner voice.

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Is there strength in your heart, might? 

Or do you follow whoever’s voice? 

Let others think for you, make choices.

Choosing right, requires foresight.

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What is wrong and what is done right? 

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Poem: Rondel – “Unique: Not Only a Body”


 

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I’m extraordinarily original.

I’m incomparably unique.

You’ll think, not good enough to speak —

To — but my value is untypical.

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I’m compassion, genuine.

You’ll not see past my sublime shine.

I’m extraordinarily original.

I’m incomparably unique.

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Only trying to make you seek,

Me for being someone that’s kind.

Someone whose worth isn’t resigned.

To value merely, her body reaped.

I’m extraordinarily original.

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Poem: Rondel – “Couldn’t See the Writing.”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt handwriting.

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You couldn’t see the writing,

Handwritten on the stoney wall.

It was obvious to us all.

You didn’t think it was inciting.

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Ignoring the truth, kept fighting.

The handwriting marks your fall.

You couldn’t see the writing,

Handwritten on the stoney walls.

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No chewing the hand, biting —

The hand that feeds you at your call.

Stop being stupid, no more walls.

Look cursive hand it enlightens.

You couldn’t see the writing. .  .

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In the past I wrote an article on the most recent James Bond film Spectre and it’s theme song “The Writing’s on the Wall” by Sam Smith. I went into the background of the saying. You might find this piece interesting. Please visit the blog post here: Writings on the Wall.

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Poem: Rondel – ” Frivolity “


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt frivolous.

Rondel form: ABba abAB abbaA

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Not sure, I need frivolous lies,

Frivolity means you’re careless with life,

Your actions they present dire strife.

You turn away with a quiet sigh.

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Anger builds within me, you don’t try.

You’re frivolous with time and life.

Not sure, I need frivolous lies,

Frivolity means you’re careless with life.

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Not going to let you just fly.

You are like fruit overally ripe.

Spending time frivolous you gripe.

You’ll never know simple sighs.

Not sure I need, frivolous lies.

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Poem: Rondel – “Before the Fall”


A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

Also, Thank you to The Daily Post for the word prompt edge.
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Looking down, your head starts to spin,

You’re on the edge, everyone falls,

Your breath is short, on the ledge crawl,

Infinity awaits, dive in.

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The wind rushing round you, air thin.

Pushing off the ledge; you wait, stall.

Looking down, your head starts to spin.

You’re on the edge, everyone falls.

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Unsure why you came up here, head spins.

Waiting for pain, you’re enthralled.

Ground appearing close, appalled.

Kissing the earth; you took a risk, grin.

Looking down, your head starts to spin.

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