#NaPoWriMo Day 26/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “The Hawaiian Dreamscape” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


For NaPoWriMo Day 26, the Prompt is: “to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.” I’m combining with Bikurgurl’s Week 67 for #100WordWednesdays.


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Hibiscus flowers in tawny-hair;

A red bloom fastened in the twilight,

Beneath marmalade sky’s ablaze,

Or raspberry fires in the morning.

Tempting Margaritas dosed,

You’d swear you’d imagined ghosts;

One drink too many —

You’ll order four more.

Skirts of grass woven,

From foliage thick and lush.

The beat of drums pounding,

As belly-dancing interrupts;

The Ukulele’ s strum echoes,

A language unknown;

A beauty in not knowing.

As waves blast the sand,

The surf rises cerulean.

And miles out a creature whirls,

His flip an act of showmanship.

And sweet drinks ingested,

Carry lotus flowers, and in-depth conversation,

On topics no one recalls hereafter.

A language of islands,

Of salt air, the musk of giant fish;

And underneath lies pink-tangerine reefs.

Where fish of rainbows dart in and out,

In an immensity of sizes and looks.

Swimming into shore,

Basking in warm salted-water,

Head beneath waves,

One blinding sting, and another.

For too soon comes home,

Where the world is gray-toned;

It never alights with Hibiscus — red or fuchsia.

No purple orchids,

No waves that soothe the soul.

No greenery or fruit so sweet,

Pineapples and mangos,

Slices of heaven.

Where the tides create summer dreams.

When mornings with sunlight cascades,

Into a rhythm no other place knows.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Three Line Tales: Gifts of Fish #amwriting #fiction #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.


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Leo the polar bear headed down to the local watering hole and it didn’t surprise him that the usual gossiping seals were there as he drank from the refreshing lake. “Haven’t you heard?The humans are back doing their testing and they’ve tagged us all; if I were you, I’d stay hidden because once you’re tagged they’ll comeback every year to look you over.” Leo yawned, “They tagged me years ago but I never mind, each year they’re like Santa, they bring gifts of fish.”


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100 Word Wednesday: Fishing for Life #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesdays 


Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesdays.

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We live along the river in delapitated shanties. At sunrise we sleepily pull on our rubber boots and checked flannel shirts. It’s late fall and the days are chillier. It doesn’t mean we can’t fish, but the joy of a temperate summer is a distant memory. Gone are the laughter filled nights of plentiful fish, drinking rice wine until midnight. 

Harsh temperatures have arrived. Our mornings are early so we can chase the waning light. Evening arrives and the catch is not terrible but not plentiful. The fish at this time of year are wiggly and stronger. 

I shiver in the morning light, winter’s stinging winds drawing near. Soon the river will be coated with ice. Then, all we can do is drill a hole and hope for something to bite — anything.

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Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “For Fishing” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya from Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales. 

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Skilled, talented throwing the line, 

Worm dangles beneath, 

Fish doesn’t comprehend his fate. 

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Struggle, fighting, swishing, pulling in, 

Glinting scaled being, 

Waged battle, he couldn’t win. 

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You reel him in proud, 

Heavy fish squirming, 

Another moment, then he’s still. 

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Day 9 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Ninefold – “The Fight for Air” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #poetry #amwriting #100WordWednesday


Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is a nine line poem of any form. For A to Z Challenge were looking for a GoidReads quote beginning with the letter H (first or last name) and the picture below comes from Bikurgurl for #100WordWednesday.

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I can’t say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words” —Rachel Hawkins

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I’ve always been scared to swim in lakes, 

Who knows, what’s creeping below? 

Something skims my leg, I shriek loudly. 

Yet I wonder if I’m feeling fish, 

Or if I’m imagining some creature,

Whose bite, takes me below the surface.

Then I’m struggling, lunging for air, 

If only I can make it towards —

Luminious eternity shocks. 

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Day 7 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/ Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Wrapped Refrain (2) – “Live Eagerly” #amwriting #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #flashfiction


Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge prompt is to write a poem about luck & fortuitousness. The A to Z Challenge GoodReads quote is from an author whose name begins with the letter F. 

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I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. —Franklin D. Roosevelt

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You can see them swooping from the trees up high, they hope they’ll —

Find a tiny morsel, a scrap of food to eat, to sway —

Nature in their favour to —

Live another busy day through. 

Birds hoping to find worms to eat, 

Survival filled with such screeching

Wings drifting on the wind, their tweets now satisfied they ate —

Today was a lucky day, a game of chance they’re sated

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Fortune favours the brave so they say, but is it the brave —

Who triumph or their prey, having such a terrible bad day? 

However, we try, birds diving, 

Can’t save the fish from dying

The birds eat, fish already gone. 

Bad luck today, forever they’re gone. 

In the cliffs in the distance, I watch birds swiftly fly, 

Plunging, gliding higher, for soon they’ll be prey in sky.

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For fortune knows, on certain days we win and on others —

We lose, so the birds they’re a meal ticket too, so discovered, 

By bigger birds with talons sharp, 

By the ocean’s creature’s smart. 

Waiting for the birds to dive low, 

Then gulping them down, never slow. 

Call it the circle of life but it’s a necessary

You can see them, so survive while you can, live eagerly

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

NaPoWriMo: Poem – Kennings – Vallinella – “Mermaid- Creature”


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And finally, our prompt (optional, as always)! Today’s prompt comes to us from Vince Gotera, who suggests a prompt very much in keeping with our poet in translation, a “kenning” poem. Kennings were riddle-like metaphors used in the Norse sagas. Basically, they are ways of calling something not by its actual name, but by a sort of clever, off-kilter description — for example, the sea would be called the “whale road.” Today, I challenge you to think of a single thing or person (a house, your grandmother, etc), and then write a poem that consists of kenning-like descriptions of that thing or person. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. If you’re looking for examples, you can find one that Vince wrote here and a different example here. Happy writing!

Please see NaPoWriMo for more information. A Vallinella has a rhyme scheme of aba aba aba aba aba abba.

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Ocean-dweller, belle wave- surfer,

Tide-drifter, a seaweed-eater,

Half-woman, fish-legs, egg-birther,

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Treasure-collector, oceanic – worth,

Seashell-comb, seashell-bust, sweeter.

Shark-tamer, legendary-curse.

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Beauty-fish, plankton-biter, search.

Tiny-fish-eater, a man-eater?

Drowner of surface-walker, worst.

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Water- woman, seeker-of -worth,

Gill-breather, and ocean-drifter,

Feet-wisher, mammal-fish, girl-cursed.

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Torso-woman, beauty-birther,

Man-drowner, and sailor-sleeper,

Sirene-kin, folklore-maid at first.

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Salted-skin, dreamer-fish, surges.

Walking-fish, fairytale-wisher,

Sweet-girl, sailor-terror, whispers.

Secret-keeper, courage-maid, lures.

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Pirates of the Carribean 4: Mermaid Scene

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Words on the Stairway ” 


 

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Back to my favourite rhymes I go,

Keep the rhythm quick as we flow,

Appeares that writing voice is back,

No need now for all your life hacks,

The refrain encapsulates vision, souring high.

The grandest place to thrive, creativity cries.

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Incased in suits, all bullet proof.

Meaning of powersuit, not aloof.

Fluttering new wings of glory,

Touching heaven, sparks gold stories.

Raining down vocabulary, feeling prose.

Writing anyways in poems, how this writer’s mind grows.

Round in circles, form graceful dances ever-glowing.

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Phoenix rising, as he spins.

Diving down, prey on fish with fins.

Consuming all the rhymes precision.

No one can claim indecision,

Choose the words, that force you far into a whirlpool.

Round you’ve spun, twirling; time granted swirling jewels.

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Another verse rises, ascending,

Riding stairways, crescendoing.

Flying the stairway to heaven,

Lyrics, mana, and nectar; times seven.

Wings of angels, spirits, enchant; singing —

Back to my favourite anthem of life, song ringing.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – Part 4 – A Whisp In the Wind


Davey drove Jackie home and opened the front door. He took her upstairs to her bedroom and told her to pack for a sunny destination. Jackie dare not argue, she had seen the gun in Davey’s jacket pocket. Davey brought up some wine for them both to drink. He opened the bottle and poured her a glass. She guzzled it down without thinking. Davey chuckled and Jackie began to feel woozy.

The next event Jackie remembered was having her hair and makeup done and being buttoned into a diaphanous silk and lace white gown. Next, she recalled saying her vows to Davey on a beautiful beach. It was if her own life was occurring from a distance.

She came to as Davey was feeding her and she was eating hungrily from his murderous hands. She began to scream and kick and Davey took her jaw and forced a glass of champagne down her throat. Then, when Davey had Jackie almost naked and she couldn’t move, Davey got on top of her holding her arms above her head while he took advantage of her. The last thing she remembered thinking was why why there were fish in the wall. Little white ones and that they were as trapped as her the again Mrs. Davey Harrison.

Word Count: Aprox. 220

  

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Day 14 – NaPoWriMo – Dialogue Poem – ” To The Whale”


To the whale on my wall

Why do you swim there at all

In infinite grace you flip your tale

Flat as a board, you are my mural whale

I wish to be free to swim in the ocean

But things are quite difficult without any motion

I’d like to eat fish and be part of a pod

But I’m just stuck her where I give you a nod.


Oh whale what fisherman caught you

How’d he get in my wall as you do

All the the things that whale pictures are supposed to

I look at my wall I am overwhelmed, why don’t you swim 

Child, I’m a picture and I long for the sea

It could be just you and me

I’d give you a ride on the back of my dorsel 

But I am merely a painting, and paintings stay on walls


You’ll never free me I am the wall whale

I’ll never free you, you aren’t even real.