#OctPoWriMo Day 11: Quadrille – “Sparks of Fire” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse 


For OctPoWriMo Day 11 the Prompt is dancing. I will also combine the prompt with WhimsyGizmos #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille prompt. 

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Sensuous con bravo.  

Twirling weapon, 

Revelling in sunlight. 

She turns, reels; 

Lifts feet, bends legs, 

She’s a blood red rose, 

Piercing thorns. 

Arms graceful, vivace. 

Precariously spinning, 

Molto Protissimo. 

Sparkling eyes, 

Con adorazione, 
Loving batons —
Sharp challenge;

Dancing becomes, 

Enduring speranza. 

Sensual rhythm, 

Crescendoing into —

Sparks. 

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Italian Translations:

Con Bravo – With Bravo (a strong presence) 

Vivace – Lively

Molto – Very 

Protissomo – Very very fast 

Con adorazione – With Adoration

Speranza – Hope 

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Day 10 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge/ Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse -“The Swan” #amwriting #poetry #AtoZchallenge #NaPoWriMo


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to “write a poem that is a portrait of someone important to you. It doesn’t need to focus so much on what a person looks (or looked) like, as what they are or were.” The corresponding GoodRead’s Author’s Quote for the A to Z Challenge, begins with the letter I. Thanks to NEEKNERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie who provided the wonderfully creepy photograph.


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If I’d been born a ghoul, I think I would’ve killed people. I just happened to be born a human. That’s the only reason why I’m allowed to live a moral life.” ― Sui Ishida

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I knew her as a little girl,

Though others thought her odd.

She had that “something” about her,

People either loved or abhorred.

At first, I thought, she was enormously strange,

But her quirks endeared me to her.

She protected me from those cruel girls,

One smile from her, they stumbled away on their heels.

She had shocking violet hair on one side,

She was never quite a blond. 

Always experimenting with new looks,

Trying to glean from her appearance,

Who she was inside herself.

Her eyes a brilliant cornflower blue glimmered,

When some person made her enraged.

Her friends all knew some stupid student,

Would soon regret their actions;

She only had to smile.

And some bullies face turned violet, rouge, or primrose.

My friend was odd but lively,

Never afraid to do anything. 

Dragging me along, to be a part of her drama.

Of her wicked practical jokes,

Others whispered she was a bit ‘Tim Burton,’

Calling her the ‘corpse bride.’

But she would always smile,

In a way that scared many,

Who never knew the truth about her —

She was passionate, kind, and loyal.

If you could get past her walls, her insecurities,

She was most lovely and grew to be a beauty.

Her hair still half-purple — it was her thing.

How we knew her for her. 

Her terrifying smile gleamed, 

She could now afford braces,

For teeth that had scared everyone.

And when the braces disappeared,

Her teeth stood in straight white rows.

Her grim frown had turned forever upside down,

She was no longer that weird girl.

Though there was still ‘something’ about her;

Strange became a talent, something sought after,

When she transformed into a swan.

She became a cut diamond, no longer rough, she was —

Perfectly odd. 

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Collage Prompt: Poem – Tankas – “Not Perfect and Better For It” #amwriting #poetry #fiction 


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

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Poor little Anne tried,

So hard to fit in; she can’t —

Conform to their look.

Sense of presence in her glance,

Terror; they don’t know freedom.

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Yet Anne tries and tries,

To be a cardboard box just —

Like all the others.

Left alone at recess eating,

Ripe oranges, she’s exotic fruit.

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But they don’t invite —

Her to their parties, Anne cries,

She doesn’t see why,

She has to be so different,

A plant from foreign soil torn.

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Anne grows into her —

Self; she stops being afraid,

Sees her beauty is —

That she’s unique not like all,

Those other girls, loathing her.

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In grade school there’s this —

Small boy painted in war paint,

His Dad went to war,

He didn’t return home, saddened —

Anne helps him; he remembers —

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So years later they’re —

Attached — those girls all want him.

But his friend is his —

Love; she was with him,

All along; the handsome man,

Love’s different, not perfect Anne.

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Though she struggles hard,

Hoping for female friends, he says,

He loves imperfect her,

Because she doesn’t have to

Be ‘like them’; she can be good.

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Then she starts meeting —

Others, women who become —

Her tribe, with her guy.

The gazes of jealousy —

Double, but Anne doesn’t care.

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Anne is as a bird,

A swallow singing sweetly.

She’s lively, vivid;

Her eyes shine bright; he loves his —

Anne, contently, completely.

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Sunday Photo Fiction: Lost Dreams


Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.


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Credit: A Mixed Bag

Fifteen-years ago Chloe had visited the County Hotel for the first time in Aisling.

As a young woman, she loved how most of the boutiques and fine dining in the city were here. She adored the opulent movie theater and grand Opera House nearby. The area bustled with tourists and business people alike.

But Chloe’s favorite neighborhood Le Solas Na Greine, had aged. She decided this would be her last stay at the County Hotel. She noticed how much the decor of the hotel was worn. Even the blankets and sheets were threadbare and Chloe was afraid to go outside, except to catch a cab.

Now she visited a new hub of the city, the neighborhood of Lasaim. Yet, she was still upset such a lively and vibrant neighborhood as Le Solas Na Greine, was now the poorest and most frightening place in the city to be. It tainted her fondest memories of vacationing here.

She hoped in the future a new generation of politicians and citizens would revive her neighborhood. After all, didn’t the name of the city Aisling mean dream?


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#OctPoWriM0 – Day 11 – Musette – “Puppies Play”


Day 11 Prompt: Lively

Definition from The Free Dictionary

live·ly (līv′lē) adj. live·li·er, live·li·est
1. a. Full of energy or alertness; vigorous or animated: a lively baby; lively eyes.
b. Characterized by much activity or excitement: “You would have … indulged in the rides, games and fast food on the lively boardwalks” (Sarah Milstein). See Synonyms at active.
2. a. Quick-paced: a lively tune.
b. Full of flavor or spice: a lively sauce.
c. Stimulating and invigorating: a lively breeze.
3. Rebounding readily upon impact; resilient: a lively tennis ball. adv. With energy or vigor; briskly: Step lively!

Choose one of the above definitions and write from there or free write asking yourself how lively you are or aren’t.


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Lively,

Puppies cuddle,

Nose Dive


Fur meets,

Touchable fluff,

Nose greets.


Pouncing,

Leaps and dances,

Bouncing.


Prying,

Loose from sibling,

Crying.


Whimpers,

Whose toy is it?

Limber.


Moments,

Pass chewing toy —

Donut.


Toying,

Awaits lively,

Playing.


Leaning

Together close;

Dreaming


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