#NovemberNotes Day 6/Saturday Mix: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Wildness Imparts” #amwriting #poetry #SaturdayMix


For November 5th, The Prompt song is “Wild Heart” by The Bleachers featuring Sarah Bareilles. Also combining the prompt with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie double take Prompt. It uses homophones so words that are pronounced the same way but are spelled and mean something different. Here are Sarah’s two sets of homophones:

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draftpreliminary version

draughtgust of wind; a depth of water needed to float a ship

findlocate something

finedto have to pay a penalty

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Credit: Keyang Zheng

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Wild Hearts” – The Bleachers Ft. Sarah Bareilles

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Life’s one draft, no perfect words imparted,

Not even the winds strong draught or gale un-fashions,

Beauty in the eye’s fake without passion;

All we need is a path to our wild hearts.

I’m not unique, observing those a part,

The wretched, disabled shown no compassion.

No coins, bills, but offensive reactions,

We all need a path back to our wild hearts.

So blaze trails ‘cross sun’s fire and find wildness.

There’s steep fines for our thoughtless mindlessness.

When we stopped talking we neglected,

Cutting off conversing without focus.

It’s why I ask you to find your wild hearts,

We’ll connect face-to-face when talking starts.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Notable Quotes: November 2017 Part One #quotes #pinterest


Another half of month gone by, wasn’t it just Halloween? I think between projects, family, friends, other stuff, and my growing pile of stories and poetry I want to work on, it’s easy to become lost in everything. It’s important to stay grounded In life and to understand that your stressors and issues are yours to bear with help and that others too are going through life events and problems that are overwhelming for them.

I miss being younger and carefree and having the ability to eventually finish my To – Do lists. I miss doing more creative fiction and blogging more but with project writing, other things going on, and my creative writing projects that require off-blog work, lately it’s been hard to keep up. Frankly, those off-blog pieces are met with little energy at the end of the day but I’m trying to keep up with a poem or two every couple of days and hopefully will return to some semblance of a blog schedule in December.

Nevertheless, there is power in words to lift us up, find balance, and find healing too. Enjoy!

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Bop – “How To Save A Life” #dVerse #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge. I’m combining it with a #dVerse prompt. Thanks to Kim from Poet’s pub for hosting a poetry prompt on the theme of saving someone’s life. 

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How to save a life? Say the right words, 

Offer hope, say there’s more to live for, words —

Of compassion, tomorrow’s one more —

Day and within a day, world rewards. 

Those who could barely escape their despair, 

Providing hope, strength — live another day. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

If you stepped back and gazed beyond, 

You would know, wonderful times are yonder. 

Take a moment breathe, be optimistic, 

Don’t let despair rule you, you’re not ‘with it,’ 

The clouds will lift, you’ll see and start to think. 

Your mind’s patterned to survive, not sink. 

You’ll see today, that your thoughts deluded, 

Don’t see that you’re needed, included. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

I miss her, can’t ignore it, can’t undo, 

It’s why I sit here talking with you. 

There are times I wanted to help — couldn’t, 

I don’t know if the right words stop your doubt? 

But you should know I’m here until —

You decide to ask for help, fight to live. 

If I’d known then, how to save a life. 

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“How to Save A Life” – The Fray

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


Writing 101 – Ann and David’s House (from A Letter to Ann)


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Ann left David’s beautiful 3 story 19th Century house as fast as she could.

She had always loved that house, loved how such history could be preserved and updated. She loved the wrap around porch where David and her had often sat on the outdoor couches and talked about their days, talked about their lives, and what they dreamed of doing in the future together.

She remembered how David had one day in the warm summer, strung up Christmas lights all around the porch and proposed marriage to her one night at sunset. She smiled as she remembered how they had sipped expensive champagne and gorged on gourmet chocolate in utter happiness and joy. Ann had sad “yes,” to David’s proposal and David had taken her in his arms and held her and Ann had felt that she was the most precious person in the world to David. That night had become part of their history and their future, or so Ann had thought.

She loved David’s house, their home. The cozy kitchen had been opened up and outfitted with the most updated appliances where David and her both laughed and cooked. She adored the master bath with its big claw foot tub where she would lie back and unwind after a particularly tense day at the office. She loved the large king sized bed where David and her could both stretch out and sleep without Ann pushing David to the corner of the bed as she spread out in the night. Ann adored waking up to David among soft, thick, and grey sheets and snuggling into him. On most mornings she would roll to David’s side of the bed and wake to kisses and busy hands.

The house had character as the people who inhabited it. Ann often felt the house was a reflection of herself more then David. The soft blue-grey walls in the bedroom were the color of her eyes, understanding and observant. The color and passionate art around the house were a mirror of her inner character, the way she felt around David. Her soft pink lips were the color of some slippery silk pillows in the living room, plush and welcoming. The color of her tanned skin was the same color as the comfy lazy boy David liked to relax in. Just as David was comfortable in that leather chair she was comfortable in her own skin.

The stalwart and geometric construction of the house were also a mirror image of her character steady and firm in her beliefs, something she was proud about herself for being, something David loved about her. The rounded furniture on the patio was a reflection of her body, one she was proud of. She kept her body in shape by running the paths that wrapped around the park in the area, yet as that plush furniture, her body still held a curvaceous shape. Walking away from David’s house felt as if Ann was walking away from herself.

David chased her down as she began the walk to her empty little condo 4 blocks away. “Stay,” he begged, “stay Ann, that little receptionist in their means nothing to me. She came here last night and I let her stay because her boyfriend was beating on her. I couldn’t  kick her out if he was doing that to her, Cameal, had bruises all over arms and legs…”

Ann pursed her pink lips, “She wants to separate us. That little red-head she’s always flirting with you at work and then I see her at your house? What am I a saint? How could I not think that she’s moving in on you after I find that letter right by your place? How could I not think you were sleeping with her after you were sleeping with me, when she shows up at your house and after all the attention you give her?”

“It’s not her I love,” David said making sure he caught Ann’s blue eyes, ” I don’t feel a thing for her, I just felt compassion for her problems. I thought she was just one of those flirty girls at work. I didn’t think she would actually show up at my door and I didn’t think well, that she could have possibly written that letter.”

” But nothing makes sense to me Ann, she wants you to leave, she’s doing it on purpose. I told her to find a friend’s house to stay at tomorrow night. She was hitting on me and when I turned her down she smacked me and makeup from one of the bruises came off on my face. She made the whole boyfriend hitting her story up, the bruises were fake, and I told her that it was inappropriate for her to be at our home any longer.” Ann sighed.

” I’m just not sure what to believe now David. I need to think.” David looked down to the pavement where he stood. He ran a frustrated hand through his inky air. He took Ann’s hand and kissed the diamond on her ring finger. “Remember this,” he said softly and left Ann to walk home alone in thought to her empty condo.

The Doctors Office


I am sitting here in the newly renovated waiting room of my doctors office and cringing. For some reason waiting rooms make me very uncomfortable and I try to maintain my distance between me and the other patients carefully. It’s not that I have anything against them, it’s just that this whole place makes me tense up. The doctors office carries the fear of sickness and unusual behavior of certain people. Often, it is dirty carrying the dust off the street not to mention the stench of unwashed people. Now, there are some good and some bad things about the newly renovated waiting room. For instance, the waiting rooms cold dingy white floors have been replaced by pleasant modern wood floors; yet the walls painted a modern tan are strikingly bare. The chairs are new and comfortable, they no longer sink when you sit in them and are arranged in a new more functional way. Everything looks modern and warm, yet somehow to me it feels like a waiting room still – cold and smelling too clean now.

But it is the people in this waiting room that disturb me most – clean or dirty. Some of them are very sick, unwell inside their heads; they wail and moan, rock back and forth, talk in loud deformed voices, socially they cannot handle themselves. Some pathways in their brains just do not run the way a healthy person’s brain does, or at least not at the moment. But I am ashamed to feel this way, these very ill people cannot help that they are how they are; they require compassion. They just want to be treated normal yet that is a really hard thing for people to do for them. I was a little like them once.

Some of the other people I would consider normal I guess. They are relatives of the patients or people who are able to handle themselves in public – who care for their appearance, are quiet and polite, who wear fashionable clothes, put on makeup, bathe often, just have that well cared for look. I consider myself one of these people now. But thinking about all this, my uncomfortableness in this room, it makes me think what a hard life it is for some people – to have a mental disability. One that sets you so apart from other people by your behavior, actions, appearance, and sometimes intelligence. I only know what it is like for me and my small disability. But for some people who have to live penny to penny on AICH, who cannot communicate properly or effectively, who are often alone in their struggles. It must be a very hard life. Another thing to consider a lot mental illness are not cut and dried, and often not curable. Each bipolar person experiences the illness in his or her own unique way with unique symptoms, some similar to others, but still unique. And Lithium does not suddenly cure you, that’s not how it works. So I am sorry I hate the waiting room at my doctors office, but that will not change. I have compassion but I cannot help how I feel. I am relieved when my doctor takes me to the calm of her office, even more when I can leave this awful place. At least they tried to make it nicer, renovating it, but to me, it did not help.