#OctPoWriMo Day 5/Saturday Mix: Poem – Free Verse – “Cobbled Roads Denied“ #amwritingpoetry #SaturdayMix


For OctPoWriMo Day 5 the Prompt is based around the word denied. According to Merriam-Webster, “denied” has several meanings: 1. Declared untrue; 2. Refused to admit or acknowledge; 3. Gave a negative answer to, refused to grant, restrained from gratification of desires; 4. Refused to accept the existence, truth, or validity of.

Also combining with Sarah from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie‘s Saturday Mix Prompt, using two sets of homophones: jewel – precious stone and joule – unit of measure, with grill – to sear or cook, and grille – an iron gate or door.


Credit: Adam Gong via Unsplash.

Denied the cobbled roads that lead, to where?

To lands I’ll never lay my eyes upon.

To hills I’ll never have the heart to climb.

Denied because I’m ripped apart inside

Tendrils and dust, ashes and rust;

What’s broken can it be fixed?

Laid across the grilles, tired of being grilled;

But each little chip, each fault line,

Means what once was ideal, will never be again.

Will never be perfect and new.

A jewel cracked, a diamond smashed;

No joules enough to fix the fractures.

Perhaps it’s age, or mere survival?

Taking a step back, finding space to breath.

It’s just that somethings shatter forever;

I haven’t figured out how to reconfigure diamond dust.

To follow those same trails,

And not break a little with each step forward.

I know forgiveness is a balm, a start,

I just wish it could forget and make anew,

Atoms combusted.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Day 15 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/Tale Weavers: Poem – Italian Sonnets – “Unbirthday Hell En Medias Res” #poetry #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #taleweavers


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write poem in the middle of things en medias res. The A to Z Challenge GoodRead’s Quote is for the letter N. The Tale Weavers Prompt courtesy of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie is to write about an unbirthday. 

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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. — Pablo Neruda

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Serve me tea and cut the cake quickly please,

Ensure my tea is cold with no odd hares. 

Or rabbit fur, or door mouse flees their. 

My unbirthday, she is here — the tease

She comes most everyday to say ‘breathe!’ 

You’re not old yet, many unbirthdays left,

Hold your years close to your beating chest.

You look like twenty-five, oh please

Each and everyday there is chocolate cake, 

Loud parties; a mad hatter who is weird,

Yes, the craziesness gets to me some days.

The party is brilliant, but I always peer,

For an escape home en medias res. 

Alice is happy with one birthday day. 

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So back to the town, back to my hills, 

No more unbirthdays? Mind left reeling;

Alice’s leaving Wonderland? Sad feeling. 

Pictures on walls here are hung straight — be still, 

To think on leafy forests dear, woods filled. 

The voice of the rain as it falls and it glows, 

But I’m too drawn to rabbit holes at will. 

Back amidst glamorous parties thrown, 

Having left peace a mere second ago, 

The town brook,  seems a mellenia’s dream.

Same crew in Wonderland serving tea. 

Too hot, too cold, to much cake makes me grow, 

Back to unbirthday hell — un medias res. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Photography 101 – Day 15 – Landscape of Rundle Park


A landscape can be a beautiful image. Rundle Park use to be a garbage dump; hence, why it is so hilly. But it is a great park to go for a walk through, to take your kids to play on a play ground, has trails to bike on, and is a lovely place to play with your pup. It is most beautiful in fall when you can see all the colours of the leaves; however, by this time of year much of the grass and leaves have turned to mud. This picture is a couple blocks from my house. The area is also, a giant frisbee golf course.

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