#NaPoWriMo Day 13/ Three Line Tales: Poem – Senryu – “Doesn’t Conquer Death” #amwriting #3LineTales #poetry


For NaPoWriMo Day 13 the Prompt is: ” to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended. For example, if you chose the phrase “A stitch in time saves nine,” you might reverse that into something like: ‘ a broken thread; I’m late, so many lost.'” Also, I’m combining with Sonya from Only 100 Words’ #3LineTales Prompt.


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Romeo scales yellowed bricks,

Hands bleed from his grip;

He pleads, balances on shutters.

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Juliet grins glances down,

She notes a height steep;

He clings to her hand squeezes.

*****

A climbing shoe slips, tumbling —

Love doesn’t conquer —

Death; not as corpses hands’ meld.

*****


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Photo Challenge:  Poem – Ninefold – “A Ruined Wedding Dress” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.

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Her dress floats on water, foam and tulle froth.

Hair braided, done-up, style for a doll. 

Jasmine perfume wafts with her kite.

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She wonders why she’s sitting here, chair —

Afloat, with her on it; and she’s perturbed, 

Caught between a woman and a girl in —

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Wedding dress; she flew far, with spirit.

No pastor to bind her to God and man, 

She grins at her ruined lace dress soaked. 

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain – “Hers” #wordhighjuly #poetry #amwriting #makisig



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He steps out of the shower wearing, 

Towel around waist, torso bared.

Appreciation in her gaze, 

Still lovers in morning’s rays.

He’s shaving at the mirror now, 8:00 am shadow;

Hand caresses his face dear; whiskers bare skin loved so.

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She adoringly watches; he does his —

Hair; style enough to say he actually gives; 

Because, he matters to her; he’s attractive, 

Features cared for; laughs, she’s pensive.

He’s putting on a show for her; pulling up his dark jeans, 

Strip show reversed; he stares into her eyes, her dream.

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A button up shirt, match his eyes blue, 

No suit today; just hers to amuse.

A watch on his wrist; one she bought, 

Ring on his finger; him she sought.

There’s a song which was sung, about a ‘sharp dressed man.’

He thinks of it smirking; she grins impressed; his fan.

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He’s comfortable; she blinks and stares, 

His heart thumps; she likes what he wears.

She likes his bare skin; his heart beat, 

She likes his brain; he’s smart, sweet.

He maybe flawed, she loves him still; everyday he

Steps out of the house; holding her hand and he’s hers.

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