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Photo Challenge: Quadrille – “Comet’s Tail” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge. I’m combining it with a #dVerse prompt by Grace from Poets Pub, doing a quadrille on the prompt word flicker. 

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Credit: Alison Saar

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Flickering in,  

Charcoal night. 

Weight of wares, 

Burden heavy. 

Night sky dawns, 

Swift comet’s tail.

Inner flame, 

Whispers. 

Minute celestial, 

Flicker

Reminding him, 

Time passes, 

Quickly. 

So, he unloads, 

His burdens. 

Knowing he can’t, 

Balance, 

Any longer. 

He’s arising;

Phoenix,  

This flicker

Freedom’s whisper; 

As the comet, 

Ignites. 

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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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Poem: Free Verse – “Young and Beautiful” #music #poetry #amwriting 


Credit: Chemo Madoz – http://www.pinterest.com

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“Young and Beautiful” – Lana Del Rey 

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Such a wish have humans, 

For the fountain of youth. 

Retaining our vivacity, 
Twenty-something good-looks. 

To maintain an image of fresh faces, 

Yet carry the wisdom age gains. 

I think if we knew anything, 

We’d know it’s a curse to be young forever. 

For all such wisdom acquired in life, 

There’s a price to be paid. 

Experience taught and it —

Marked us with age spots, 

With wrinkles and scars, 

With under eye circles, 

Nightmares and inner trauma. 

Journeying through life we learned

 Our lesson, or perhaps we haven’t yet? 

When we are young, 

We are carefree and full of vigor. 

Not thoughtful in how we think or react,

No maturity, no flash of pain;

The liberty of youth suits the young. 

But to be a man or woman-child with —

The eyes of our great-grandparents,

Bearing several lifetimes of burdens;

I think, for a mere human, 

Would be too much grief to bear. 

For the older we become, 

We learn from birth we’re dying. 

Life is a quest and it’s meant to end

We’re meant for the heavens, 

Free of our lifetime of issues

Emotional, psychological, and physical decay, 

The exhaustion of life. 

The old realize when their time is coming —

That it is right. 

A lifetime of sorrows, to have so many years,

Would break a soul completely;

Nevermind a physical body. 

That’s why the young are beautiful,

Life hasn’t wounded them. 

They are too ignorant to see — 

Life isn’t meant on earth to be eternity —

The light shining to restore body, soul, and mind, 

In heaven shines for all,  

In timelessness we will be young,

All of us appearing how we ought;

No imperfections, 

Perfect creations.

Handling both knowledge and beauty,

Eloquent and graceful;

Gods children thankful

And only those who die young,

When life is torn by accident

By atrocity and ill health, 

(And the aged)

Understand this concept. 

As their grandparents did or do, 

Only the ill and dying, have vantage of this, 

Life is so frail;

A wisp of a veil torn, 

We’re all too busy living to see. 

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Poem: Alouettes – “Star: Never Flicker Out” #amwriting #poetry


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My prayer for you is, 

That you’re not a wisp, 

Never a star flickering out.

That you shine boldly,

For what the years hold, 

Pray you glimmer, bright, hot. 

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Some lights end shortly, 

May yours burn forte.

Be that diamond in the sky, 

A jewel, valued highly.

Live your life, defy–

Limits, the odds; inspire.

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Though sickness choke breath, 

Though time steal your health.

Transform; the light, dazzling.

Take hold of our hands, 

While we beg; understand, 

Why our star’s unraveling.

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Surgery takes out, 

Kills what darkness brought.

Shine on dear star; glow brave.

Save your light for strength.

Heal true at all lengths.

You’ll luminate soon; light saves.

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Shadows turn your gleam, 

Black hole eats light’s beam.

The struggle for brilliance, pain.

You’ve got this dollie

God won’t let you stall.

Shooting star bright you’ll remain.

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In all God’s glory, 

He holds your story.

A star precious, with design.

You show fortitude, 

A glib attitude.

Darling star falling, refined.

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You’ve never been a wisp,

Effusive woman missed.

Pretty blond star, beauteous.

Vibrance, cheer; your gift,

Each visit uplift.

Never burn out, star bloom.

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Live for millenias, 

Prosper, wise light; will

Vivre; bold star falling.

Never flicker out, 

Your battle cries shout.

Dear star blaze; for life brawling.

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