Three Line Tales: Poem – Lune – “Memories Endurance” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


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

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Credit: Meghan Yabsley via UnSplash

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Remember, we used to bike, 

Far out towards, 

Soft blue-green temperate ocean tides. 

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Miles down the highway to —

Meet dawns arrival, 

Sunlight glazing higher and higher,

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Until fresh morning air greeted,

Breathing in salt; 

The fragrence of memories endurance. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Day 23 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/Photo Challenge: Poem – Elevenie – “The Mending Woman” #AtoZChallenge #NaPoWriMo #photochallenge 


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write, “an elevenie. An an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing a specific task in the poem. The first line is one word, a noun. The second line is two words that explain what the noun in the first line does, the third line explains where the noun is in three words, the fourth line provides further explanation in four words, and the fifth line concludes with one word that sums up the feeling or result of the first line’s noun being what it is and where it is.”

The A to Z Challenge GoodRead’s prompt is for the letter T. Also thank you to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s photo challenge. 

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Credit: Source Unknown

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“[F]abrics doesn’t make exquisite dresses, it is the stitches. — Treasure Stitches

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Seamstress,

Sewing powerlines, 

Deserted highway dusk. 

She fixes everything she’s —

Skilled. 

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Highway, 

Snowy, windy,

Middle of countryside 

A giant needle weaves, 

Stitches.

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Seamstress, 

Never pausing, 

Amidst winding roads, 

Fixing energies flow, she’s 

Wired. 

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Fixer, 

Forever career, 

Barren places found,

Mending for others but —

Forlorn.  

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Belongings, 

In backpack, 

Town to Town, 

Igniting power’s wicked spark, 

Gone.

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Hitchhiker, 

Purposeful steps, 

Melting snow puddles, 

Spring follows, winter mended, 

Warmth. 

Mender, 

Stitching problems, 

Walks estranged roads, 

Sewing all problems, she —

Disappears

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Gone, 

Out of —

Sight of strangelands, 

Goes where the wind, 

Blows. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Tale Weaver: Poem – Synchronocity – “A Deadly Night” #amwriting #poetry #fiction #taleweavers


Here is last week’s  Tale Weaver prompt, held by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is a story about being caught in a deep freeze. 

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Credit: Winter Wolly

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Stuck fast in this ice, no relief, 

Car pushed off he highway it’s —

Dark, cold

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We’re lucky we’re uninjured that, 

We’ve signals on our smart phones; night

Descends. 

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There’s no gas left in the tank from, 

Starting, then turning off the heat

Stars bleed

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Giant glimmering balls, twinkle, 

Outside our windows; but we’re still —

Stuck here. 

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We called the AMA, come find —

Us because we’re frozen; minus 

Forty

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Nighttime is bitter, freezing we’re, 

Huddled beneath silver blankets, 

Wondering. 

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Then he starts shaking, lips so blue

Then he’s still; hypothermia

Induced. 

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But the sun is rising now; we’ve —

Made it through the dark; my friend he —

Yet sleeps. 

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Hearing voices outside our car, 

Come to save us now, opening —

Our doors. 

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Light leaks in, such needed warmth; I —

feel my hands, shaking you awake, 

You blink

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.