A L' Arora, Event, My Thoughts, NaPoWriMo, Nature, Nonfiction, Poetry, Quotes, Writing, Writing Challenges

Day 5 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – A L’Arora – “Steps To Eternity” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge


For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.


Forest Pathway NaNo
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“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.” ― Emma Goldman


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Down the path of foliage, between all the trees,

It’s where I find my space, my home sweet home.

There’s something about crisp green leaves,

Wet after the rain, while the dew clings, not letting go.

With road passing through, steps to eternity,

Enthrall me in summer’s breath, the scent of the morning,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

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Tree branches entwining, limbs gripped with passion,

Used to the presence of parallel lovers.

They’re completely attached, unwilling to let go,

Nymphs holding fast, enraptured with each other,

With the road passing through, steps to eternity, 

Absorbing the thrill of the mid-summer fairy dance.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

Some brilliant reckless person crafted this road,

Travelers speeding through trees, guarding the sacred path.

Some pause knowing they’ve discovered sanctuary,

Freedoms breeze, they’ll stop to admire the sentinels guarding.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity,

A place where verdant nature, holds a secret prosperity.

Let me stay in mother nature, her security.

*****

For hours I’ve wandered through lush trees,

Delicate roses growing, shadowed by dripping leaves.

Overcome am I, by epic beauty, of roses sweetly pink,

Crushing them in my hands, to absorb the memories.

With the road passing through, steps to eternity.

Inhaling the fragrance of aspiring life, in roses soft,

Let me stay in mother nature, her security. 

*****

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100 Word Wednesdays, Fiction, Flash Fiction, My Thoughts, Relationship, Writing, Writing Challenges

100 Word Wednesday: A Chocolate Seduction #amwriting #flashfiction #100WordWednesday  


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays. 

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Credit: Bikurgurl

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Sweet dark chocolate slides across my tongue, the richness of chocolate icing soft and creamy; the moist cake, competing for flavour with the icing. It’s sweetness allows one to eat it slowly. Too much cake at once would ruin the experience and leave me with an upset stomach. But each bite savoured with pleasure and a bit of vanilla ice cream, ensures my scrumptious chocolate cake is a heavenly experience. 

Across the table you wink, you knew it was my favourite cake and you ordered it for me. Our eyes hold as you eat your own cake and I absorb every ounce of chocolate flavour in mine; eating cake becomes seduction

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La' Tuine - A, B, C, D -last lines all same rhyme for each stanza 9,8,9,8 syllables, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Pinterest, Poetry, Quotes, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Poem: La’ Tuine – “Crazy Diamond, Everglow” #introtopoetry #amwriting #poetry #coldplay


Today’s Poetry 101 is about a journey and to use a simile.

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The La’Tuin, a poetic form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 4-line stanzas with an ‘abca, abca’ rhyme scheme that is consistent throughout each stanza. Stanzas 2, 3 etc. must all follow the same rhyme sounds as the first stanza. With the first stanza being repeated again at the end of the piece. It contains a minimum of 4 stanzas, with no maximum length limit. 

A strict syllable count of 9/8/9/8 is required per stanza.

In-Depth Explanation of rhyme: 

Lines 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 12, 13, 16 etc., all rhyme – this is the ‘A’ rhyme. 

Lines 2, 6, 10, 14 etc, all rhyme – this is the ‘B’ rhyme. 

Lines 3, 7, 11, 15 etc, all rhyme – this is the ‘C’ rhyme.

The La’Tuin is named after A’Tuin, a giant turtle from the Diskworld series. A turtle is a symbol of Mother Earth. La is Laura Lamarca’s signature.

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Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. I didn’t follow this form exactly, choosing to almost repeat my whole A line in each stanza as well as repeat the last two words in line D. The line “Shine Bright You Crazy Diamond,” loosely comes from a Pinterest quotation you can find below.

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Shine bright you crazy diamond gleaming,

Your road has never been easy, 

Glitter like the stars, alight sparkling soft.

Shine, fractured jewel, sustain everglow.

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Shine bright you crazy diamond beaming, 

Reflective, absorb life’s hurt keenly.

Don’t give up when your facades are sought.

Life’s twisted paths, mean tears; everglow.

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Shine bright you crazy diamond seething,

Angry, life results in disease.

World’s imperfect; life’s painful a lot.

Keep brilliant, child be an everglow.

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Shine bright you crazy diamond dreaming,

Journey is long, worth your wounds bleeding.

Patch-up cuts, life’s rough; give your best shot

Glean knowledge, sacrifice; everglow.

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Shine bright you crazy diamond gleaming.

Daring, follow down roads heedless.

Experience comes when you ache distraught

Shine brilliant gem;  gold everglow

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The term everglow comes from a favourite Cold Play song called, “Everglow.” 

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My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Three Line Tales, Writing

3Line Tales: Quiet, Imagination, and the Spaces Inbetween Silence.


  Thanks to Sonya from 100 Words or Less for hosting Three Line Tales.

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Moritz Schmidt
 

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 1. Some people abhor quiet and others they adore it, I would say I’m often in the latter group but not all the time; we all have this need to be sociable creatures to some extent, whether it’s to meet new clients and network; gab with our girlfriends or see the boys for a game; or simply sit in a coffee shop and absorb the hum of conversation occurring around us.

2. I have this love for quiet (or silence you might call it) because they’re special ideas and transfigurations of your imagination hiding within it; some people can feed their creativity in the loud and garish noises of a crowd of people yelling and hollering to a person near to them; but the best place for some of us to elaborate on ideas and call fourth the muses of our imagination is in the silence where we write brilliant stories, paint paintings, and daydream of our future creations.

3. Sometimes it’s not the quiet or silence which is meaningful, but the spaces inbetween the quiet, because in those hidden molecules lives a powerful and significant understanding between two people; it is love in it’s magnificence which exists within the silences of husbands and wives, partners, girlfriends and boyfriends, children and their parents, grandparents and grandchildren, friends, and people and their pets; this space within silence is a secret place two people who love each other exceptionally, coexist together without uttering a single word, while both comprehending each other deeply even within each other’s souls.

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My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Relationship, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Tanka - 5,7,5,7,7 syllables, Writing

Poem: Tanka – “Dirty Skin”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt dirty.

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http://www.polyvore.com
 

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Covered in dust all over,

Dirt caked on every inch of skin.

Brushing particles,

Away from sensitive eyes,

All to see you better — to inhale.

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Soap washes away dirt,

But in this heat, hot breeze,

All matter dust sticks,

One never feels clean enough.

Today, I can breathe, you’re gone.

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It’s a funny twist,

Your presence makes me feel dirty.

Think skin abrading,

Thoughts, warm my soul, other spots–

Bodies in heat, sweaty, raw.

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Toiling in the sun,

Fair skin has no chance, burns.

You’re looking out,

Eyes meet and sensation, wins.

Your walking here, I can’t breathe.

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You tip my chin up,

Looking into eyes feasting,

Pale meets dark, dirty.

Nights and days never the same,

Washing away dirt, you stay.

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Blessed water heals scorch.

But your skin burns mine deeper.

Your eyes look, don’t stop,

Your forever watching me,

Easy smile knows how to replete.

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To hot for words, said.

You’ve ruined me for other men.

I’m exalting at sin.

Beads of sweat, on my cheek soft.

Bite my lip, sweat and blood lost.

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All this dirty skin,

Such a pain to clean again,

Your ‘dirty‘ overwhelms.

Sin I can’t seem to forbid.

When our bodies entangle.

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Fiction, My Thoughts, Three Line Tales, Writing

Three Line Tales: The Sky, Lights, and The Moon.


Sonya

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1. The sun setting satisfies my hungry eyes and a glowing in the distance reveals a splash of a bold pink- orange sky, transforming into the midnight blue of early night.

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2. Lights in the distance are the shining of lights through windows and street lights startling in the fading sunlight, and reviving the city in aliveness; I’m intoxicated with light and want to return to my city, but here in the dark, all is gentle serenity fading into black.

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3. The sun sets, I absorb the elements of nature surrounding me and  I feel the wind, butterfly kisses gently soothing my cheek; I smell the fresh cut grass, a natural perfume reminding me of childhood and trying to eat grass; I memorize the arc of the waning moon, a crescent hanging cheekily in the midnight sky which, reminds me of our relationship — a thinning of the blooming harvest moon of our love –only a sliver remains and the bloom of a full moon has died.

Thanks to Sonya for hosting Three Line Tales. 

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My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Relationship, Senryu - 5,7,5 - 3 verses - 17 syllables, Writing

Poem: Senryu – “Listen Hear.” 


  
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Complexities heard,

Words of a relationship,

The hearts tongue ignored.

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Listen entranced, try —

Yearning love, sounds amplified,

Your voice, a torch burns.

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Hear me out, absorb.

No telling, my words shocked you, 

I said: listen — hear — boy! 

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