Collage Photo Prompt: Poem – Inverted Refrain – “Let Her Be Pretty” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage photo prompt.

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie
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Sunlight dies on the western skies, 

Skyscape of red ignites horizon. 

Hid indoors she inhales, won’t cry;

Phoning him still, though her heart’s torn. 

        He’ll never believe a word cried,

        Poisonous woman; he’s forlorn.

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Night brings blackness; fades the red, 

Setting sun was a sinful fire.

Flaws thrown in her face so she dreads —

Him; so embarrassed she’ll expire. 

         She’ll never believe his word again. 

         Venomous man conspiring. 

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Out of anyone she should know, 

He’s not trying to hurt her, but —

He couldn’t stay quite, told her so. 

The fight ended; he’s caught and stuck. 

            No good faith, lost love, she runs, goes; 

           Days pass, he knows he lost her trust. 

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She wonders, “What’s high-maintenance?” 

Doesn’t he want her to look pretty? 

Tries to change her, their relationship, 

No hair-stuff, cream; bet he’ll regret. 

        Let her be; care and maintain, 

        Lipstick her therapy; don’t spit. 

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What of self-esteem; for at work? 

He doesn’t get, looking fine is work. 

She needs to keep up, she’d prefer —

He wouldn’t judge her, for her quirks. 

       More than makeup, clothes; she’s hurt, 

       Does he love her? Off he flirts. 

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He didn’t think such a little thing, 

Could grow so big she’d leave him first.

Taking the dog, breaking some things, 

Remote broke; busted flat screen, irks

        Awake all night sunrises’ bring, 

        Some hope, she’ll return; for he learned —

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Never to judge a woman by her looks, 

Let her get ready for too long. 

Let her spend cash, don’t brook, 

On small things that make her feel strong 

         She’ll come home; she’ll smile, haircut book, 

          He who is wise benefits long.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 
         

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 21 – Terzanelle – “Light Pierces Veil Grave” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 21 Prompt: Nature’s Calling

“When was the last time you were out in nature? A nature walk? Lake, ocean, river? If you are able, get outside for a little while today, smell the air, listen to the birds, see what animals are nearby and then sit down to write. If you aren’t able to get out for whatever reason, free write for ten minutes about the last time you were out in nature.”
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When nature is green, lush, enjoy freely, 

But cascades of coloured flowers soon die.

When nature is green, lush, enjoy freely. 

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Memories down paths, summer’s scent, I sigh.

Such beauty fleeting, worth a winter’s wait. 

But cascades of coloured flowers soon die.

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On glorious tropical paradise sate, 

Though winter it be here, summer remains. 

Such beauty fleeting, worth a winter’s wait.

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Difficult in dim light, dark falls, stay sane 

Though it appears darkness overtakes us, 

Though winter it be here, summer it remains. 

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Darkness always fades, it’s a promise thus, 

January’s end, light pierces veil grave, 

Though it appears darkness overtakes us. 

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Higher in the sky, spring sun dissipates grey, 

When nature is green, lush, enjoy freely. 

January’s end, light pierces veil gray, 

When nature is green, lush, enjoy freely. 

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Terzenelle

“The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima forms. It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets/tercets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the first triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is repeated, reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the center line of the next-to-the-last stanza which appears in the quatrain. The rhyme and refrain scheme for the triplets is as follows: 

1. A

2. B

3. A


4. b

5. C

6. B


7. c

8. D

9. C


10. d

11. E

12. D


13. e

14. F

15. E


Ending Type 1:


16. f

17. A 

18. F

19. A


Ending Type 2:


16. f

17. F

18. A

19. A

Each line of the poem should be the same metrical length.
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Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. 

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Photo Challenge: Fiction – Dawn of Daylight #amwriting #fiction


Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this challenge and a card/picture which is centered around the sun and it’s use as a metaphor in life. 

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It’s early morning and the sky is tinged with an inky darkness. Out of the east brilliant colour begins to emerge. First the sky lightens, the navy washing out into a paler blue. The sun goddess brings a purplish hue to the sky which then begins to blaze with citrus orange; a red-pink hue completes the spectacular sunset. The goddess knows the sailors will complain about the pink hue; the suspicious lot of them. 

She watches the sunrise, in all nature’s artistry, from washed out watercolour to colours aflame in brilliant acrylic. The colours become more pigmented and the sky itself turns cheery sky blue and the brilliance of the sunrise is replaced by the promise of a new day. A soft yellow glow on everything outside, reminding the goddess of the smell of lemons and a distinct feeling of happiness. 

She spots her treasured swing in her secret garden. The fall leaves of tangerine orange, blazing gold, and brazen red, match her sunrise well. The goddess steps through the coloured leaves and walks to the swing. It’s warm enough that many flowers are yet blooming and some of the Autumn colours are enhanced by the grassy green of summer, holding on despite a chill arising as winter whispers. 

Roses decorate the sun goddess ropes on her swing as she kicks out ageless beautiful shapely legs, then kicks her legs underneath her wodden swing. She keeps her pace gentle, pumping her legs at leisure and watching the sun provide hope to this part of the world; the renewal of light. 

The blue sky is awesome and many people are out walking their dogs. It’s early and only the dogs see the goddess swimging. They approach her for a scratch and a hidden treat. Their kisses lap her face as she tries to avoid getting licked on the mouth. The goddess grins when the dogs wagging their tales, return to their owners, sniffing through the gathering of leaves on the sidewalk. 

She lingers on the swing longer than she should. But there is a certain peacefulness in the morning hours she needs to make it through the day. She mentally calculates how much time she has, not long; other places in the world are eager to see the sunrise too. Yet in the cool of the morning air the goddess sighs. 

Here is an enchanted place ready to see the crystal clearness daylight reveals, unconcealing those who hide in darkness. But in other places, darkness is safer, for in daylight there is no delight but harm as the shadows themselves strive to suck away the light. The sun goddess smiles because the sun always rises, the shadows never win. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Memory Made Reality.”


 

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He’s a memory, her calm heat,

With his beating heart, she’s replete.

Stars align, she’s within his firm grasp,

Moonlight fades, she sleeps on his lap,

The future arises, calamity waiting, 

Willing her, choose without decisions she’s hating.

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Reminisce, a salty kiss, breathed — swim.

Happiness, bliss, she seeks him, 

Noticing absence —  can’t resist,

Hoping, their closeness bought her a kiss.

Dreams, echoeing serenity, sharing two grins.

Silkly, embracing softness , across, sweet skin.

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Momentarily, caught napping,

Her and him, resting, gasping.

Infinity of time, not clear.

And hearts of lovers burn and sear,

Scintillating caresses, two lonely hopes,

He’s a memory, reality, her life rope.

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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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