Day 6 -NaPoWriMo/ A to Z Challenge/ Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Blank Verse – “Coal Dust for Sunlight” #poetry #amwriting #flashfiction #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge 


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is “to write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view.” The corresponding GoodRead’s quote for the A to Z Challenge is the letter E. 

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“It’s one of those things a person has to do; sometimes a person has to go a very long distance out of his way to come back a short distance correctly.” ― Edward Albee, The American Dream & The Zoo Story

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Down in the swamp, down in the bogs there’s —

Mud sucking at my feet, at my soul

Everyday I journey here and fight, 

The elements, the giant rocks, gnarled trees, 

Worst of all the swamp, pulling me in. 

There are days I believe I shall let it, 

But my wife she sees, working here means, 

In such a short while, we shall both be free. 

She says, we’re educated, we have more —

To us than meets the eye, we’ve wisdom

To work in horrible conditions, 

Because we know two years from now we —

Can leave this wretched bog behind, with all —

The tortures of the tormenting tree limbs, 

Nightmares left, there’s better; we’re going —

To the City, where education’s worth —

Something and I won’t have to hate each day. 

Mining for fuel, this coal coating my lungs, 

My wife’s happy, delighted, she is life

So I listen to my fathers last words:

“Don’t stay in this town all your life, move on. 

Take your girl, your college education, 

Leave this foul place behind, don’t be me, 

Coal dust in your lungs is misery and —

A cancerous death is what awaits you.” 

So, I worked and she and I, we left here

To the bustling city, with peaceful parks, 

We breathe, ‘neath blossomed trees, reading in light. 

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Poem: Free Verse – “In Eyes Perceive” #wordhighjuly #poetry #balintataw



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I’ve lost clarity; it’s obvious, observe —

When I’m peering through dense walls, 

Where you disguise your life;

I’m blinded from your changing eyes.

Obsidian pupils, shining as glass;

Solidification of molten lava black.

Rings of green surround pupils.

In certain light, your eyes blackish-green fire;

In another light, they’re a grassy knoll.

I perceive your eyes, understanding you;

When you’re hostil, temperamental;

Your eyes alter colour, swirling into black.

A bitter ocean, a complex green.

Obsidian pupils merge; fight pleasant green.

The storm rages, your eyes stay grating.

As steel and concrete, 

You’re cold, unflinching.

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When you’re serene and absorbed in life;

Your eyes tint with light, 

Glow with presence;

Glimmering alert, understanding.

Conversing comfortably; 

Words match your eyes.

Face, sure and bright; 

Joy glows from your lips, 

The creases in your smile.

Wrinkles, fan your eyes;

You laugh and illuminate my sight.

Your fantastic mood drawing people to you, 

My beacon.

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But my favourite vantage,

Of your eyes;

Dark pupils focus, adore me slow.

Feeding an ethereal glow;

Throwing off embers of warmth.

Mysterious eyes, wide-open; 

Your true-self, no posing.

Brilliant fire of space simmering;

Us a compass twain, 

Star dust and nebulas.

You appear almost sleepy, 

Eyes perceiving my eyes;

Mood indicators; receptors of feeling.

The lights in all the stars, 

Of every universe, combined.

Heat from your heart (and other parts),

Obsidian meeting obsidian sheen;

Aurora Borealis in our eyes gleam.

Waves of heat and colour impress.

Of all the giant and tiny world’s,

Unparalleled; the world we combine.

Nebulas spark across the dark;

Your truth is when you memorize me, 
Satisfied smile, softly content.
We’ve conquered stars;

As light is the only source,

Differing our eyes; a genetic defect passed,

Transforming brown, to blue and green;

The Northern Lights, 

Enfolding us in time, our space.

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Credit: I thought about a lot of John Donne poetry writing this: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning and The Good Morrow mostly. Also, if you haven’t read about why some people have blue or green eyes, when originally, humans only had brown eyes, check-out: Wikipedia – Eye Colour. Turns out blue or green eyes is not a pigment, it has to do with structural colour and the scattering of light in certain conditions. 

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Flash fiction for Aspiring Writers: “Demonic Beauty”


Enclosed in the bar, eyes magnify; temptress in red, silk sliding on skin.

Sway in her hips, a tease of the senses. Men breathless consent, adoring sin.

Striding with ease, heels ruby with diamonds. Naked shoulders shimmer, anticipating.

Treading softly, fallen in red fire, elusive, and beguiling; illusion of flames sating.

Moving her hips, licking cherry red lips; coal glimmer in demonic eyes.

Sensations burning, engulfs her body; seething, writhing, building her disguise,

A vestige of power; she’s the tyger enticing, an allusion to Eden, of poisonus lies.

Decisive, sauntering closer, flicking hair, tar-black as the ash before Lent.

Peer into eyes, a glimmer of gold, metal men grieve for; silence, fire scent.

A vision, a curse, a whisper in vain — animating, the instrument on stage, 

Notes dance, music bleeding; breathing sweat, the melody of the enraged,

Fire rings, smoke engulfing; watch the woman despair, her voice entrances, beware–

Beauty enraged, a witch, incaged; performing she’s the beast, on stage no cares.

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Thanks to Priceless Joy our wonderful host of FFfAW.

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Poetry – Learning to Forget


Forget

Forget, go out of your way into this day and age and forget.
Fight not to remember, but to let go, he said hello, you say goodbye.
I forgave you before, I did not sit and deplore myself or you.
I forgot, but you need to understand to forget some people in life takes more than courage.
No more empathy, or remembering, just be on your way.
Be friendly, be polite because you might just forget the day I see you again.

I’ll never know if I see you again, I’ll never understand the way things were.
Like a lilly that is blooming I could consume too much of you as you were consumed by me, I need to unfurl as that lilly does and live on drops of sunshine so I’m always at goodbye.
Don’t look on me with your judgemental eyes, if you don’t understand how the reality that is formed, today and yesterday is dead — crushed like coal beneath a shoe sole.
Awake the silent who slumber and dream of fantasy, like a dagger to their throat keep their memory silent; just forget.

I will never regret the day I forgot, but time keeps on ticking and even though I ought, little wisps of your voice wrap me like paper, trap me like a shark.
But I’m to determined to tell myself –forget — do not live on lies that chase you through the night.
Like a person with a memory reset, forget and move onto the dissolution, the disturbance, the details of the here and know.
Forget, and never remember, because I couldn’t see what the world saw in you.
Years later, I detest my cynical tears and forget there was once a time, a small girl did not know any better; just try to forget the picture in your head, pretend he doesn’t exist that he didn’t stake a claim, forget that he was a player, who wasn’t in my game.

We could never be a team because you always play for you — take the post out of my memory and forget.
Let fog amble by in swirls and cold sky, let the wind burn, so you suffered to.
Let me have one chance to see you and forget, your to loud for me and I never was more than a whim.
Forget, it’s the worst and worthiest solution to avoid you at all cost, bury our pasts and simply move on.
Don’t comment on how I look, don’t tell me anything, unless it’s sorry for hurting you.
But you forgot and that’s the difference between me and you. Your a guy and move on fast I’m a girl and I can never take back the piece of my heart you tore out of me.

As water splashes in giant fountains and you feel all the drops, let me be in every way unless you say something beautiful, make a conversation ever, but you forgot and those drops are acidic tears taking me farther down the road I go every year.
Thank God at times that I can forget and just never see you again, it would hurt because you didn’t care at all – as timeless as a thick tree trunk you grow and I still forget to forget.
Let go because I deserve some peace too, let me flame a different women now, and no longer do I see that little boy you use to be.
Forget, and never write another passage about you, forget and my heart bleeds hollow.
Forget, cause your past chases you, forget me nots dry and rot.

Freedom is won at such steep price in your head and in your heart. Forget, there are no package deals, no perfect men here, never remember and let the ghost of my eyes see you disintegrate.
Forget, it’s the rule, that drives the nail home. Don’t write about the hurt. Live your own life.
Forget… The years pass by and still I try, this is, no never was, a romance — only real life.
And some nights I swear it’s a bitch to forget the past while swirls and wirls of a world long ago leave traces behind me — so I let go all my burdens and cast the die where it rolls.
Forgetting is bleeding, and trying to forget a pain so deep inside the scar can’t be removed.
Forget him now, move by as the world sucks you back into your life, forget I am just me.
And I have become — my own self, no one controls me like that again.
Who knows, nobody knows where will each end up.
Forget.