Poem – Terzanelle – “For the Love of Pretty Shoes” #amwriting #shoes #poetry #dVerse


Thanks to Kim881 of Poet’s Pub #dVerse prompts for the prompt about fabulous shoes.  

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Ivory lace and pearl ribbon, pretty shoes I love, 

Flower of delicate lace on folded silk peep toes;

Jewels, silken straps, elegant wedge most beloved. 

Black lace, four-inch gold heels, length of legs to behold

Fluffiest white bed, a blue corsette, soles bright pink, 

Flower of delicate lace on folded silk peep toes. 

Burgundy patent red heels with red wine, wink! 

Malbec sliding down your throat, cheese, bread, chocolate! 

Fluffiest bed in blue corsette, soles bright pink. 

Glorious silver sparkling shimmer mocking

Until I wear them graceful on stilts, platforms slim. 

Malbec sliding down my throat cheese, bread, chocolate. 

Tall black boots, supple leather hugs my calves –winners!!

Knee-high boots prized, heels sturdy yet in winter slip, 

Until I wear them, graceful on stilts, platforms slim. 

Divine pieces of art, solve vexing mishaps, 

Ivory lace and pearl ribbon pretty shoes I love. 

Knee high boots prized, heels sturdy yet in winter slip;

Ivory lace and pearl ribbon pretty shoes I love. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Maydays: Flash Fiction – Broken. #Maydays



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Thanks to K.L. Caley from new2writing for hosting #maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is something breaking.

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He’d given me them on my birthday. “Oooooo, Crystal wine glasses. They’re exactly the glasses I wanted, the qualities exceptional. It will be great to have actual wine glasses to drink our wine out of each night.”

“I’m happy you like them Francine, but there only part of your gift.” Collin said pulling me out of my chair and kissing me. 

Our lips met and sparks exploded and collided between us. He started to remove my shirt and kiss his way across my chest.

As he kissed me I was thinking about the Crystal wine glasses. 

Many woman might think receiving wine glasses as part of a birthday present from your guy is too functional. But Collin had given me a gift card for a place I liked to shop too. Although, I adored the Crystal wine glasses the most.

I brought myself out of my thoughts back to Collin, kissing him back and undoing his belt.

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(A Year Later)

“Such a beautiful time of the day. I love dusk, the sky is a purple haze. And we get to sit out here and drink our wine. This Malbec is delicious by the way. It has the right amount of sharpness.” I felt happy but Collin was in an off mood.

It’s good you like the wine, what did you do today?” 

“I’m trying to finish another novel. Sorry, if I’ve been distant. Sometimes I feel caught in my literary world while I write, ” I said.

“You’ve been more than distant Francine. You’re always writing no matter the time of day, and when you’re aren’t writing your distracted. It’s as if a part of you isn’t there.” Collin said angrily.

” I’m trying to spend more time with you but there is only so man hours in a day. I’ve been having lunch and breakfast with you nearly everyday and we always sit out on our porch with our wine at night and talk. It’s our thing and I’d never miss it.”

Collin gazed at me with ire. “I’m a hundred percent into this relationship and you’re only investing fifty-percent because you are too busy writing.”

“What do you mean? You work late all the time at the office? Writings my job, my passion.” 

Collin sat up suddenly. “I deserve better.”He was upset and with a swoop of his hand, swept the table between us free of wine glasses and wine.

The Crystal glasses shattered on impact but the bottle of wine was fine, albeit, some of the wine had poured onto the porch. I kneeled down, picking up a bigger piece of Crystal.

 “Don’t touch that Francine, you’ll cut yourself.” Collin warned.

I peered up at him. “It’s too late Collin, it’s broken. Everything’s broken.” 

I walked into the house and locked the door behind me.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Etheree – “Close.” 


  
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So

I go,

And I try,

Understanding,

You won’t give me up,

I’m an addiction — drugs,

Because I deflect questions,

You’ll return, again asking me,

To join in your slumber, these adult games,

To play until twilight and let love,

Breathe life into my hallow lungs, seduce.

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These twists and turns we tumble down, in a place,

You’d never remain if you only said,

Join me for a bite, break bread — taste,

Swallow, glasses of Malbec,

Wine with a bite, just right;

Dinner, and a walk.

Conversation.

Know me well

Before,

Bed.

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Few

Of You,

Know how to,

Liberate girls,

From thoughts that burn,

Making a woman’s mind,

A confusing place to be,

Relaxation and some talk,

Cease, winding of the wheels spinning; laugh.

Slow the pace, be merciful gent,

Appreciating, discovering, 

Not only for bodies, but minds must mingle well.

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Luxuriate in breathing in her soul, herself.

Listen well and inform about yourself,

Slide into stolen glances lost,

Powerful bonds caught, connect you.

Lips licked before a kiss sought,

Arms at length hold fast,

Minds connect so,

Enthralling,

Remain,

Close

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Writing 101 – Fallacy -“Raining Wine.”



I don’t feel like writing when I’m trying to sleep; my mind tells me I do and my finger is sore from hen-pecking the letters. But then there is wine. . .

You want to hear a frightening scary tale; the wine ran out this Friday and I haven’t bought more yet.

It flowed through my veins with a shot of sweetness, ah cab-sav, but the other bottle Merlot, walked away.

You at home and work take heed because I know your ilk, stop taking my wine. I’m not the sharing type.

So, what my arguements ad hominem ‘against the man.’ Should I not rip to pieces your character and everything you’ve done. For wine, yes of course.

You’re a no-good-wine-thief you know who you are, and I won’t take back my criticism until you bring back my bottle.

My glass is waiting, empty, such a big glass. I could have just one sip but it will probably lead to more.

Bring some Vodka and some lime when you bring the wine. It’s a slippery slope but mostly, bring more wine.

But you motion to this great bottle you bought; sparkling what? You’ve distracted me with a ‘red – herring’ a bottle that looks like wine but reads non-alcoholic.

Where is my Malbec, Zinfedal, Shirez, or Merlot? Where is my wine, red, rose, or white?

You said your neighbour she drank the last of the vodka and you couldn’t get any? It wasn’t your fault the store closed.

Yes, the vodka was important but you are strawmaning the arguement, the issue is my bottle of wine? Where is it?

“Well it’s where I left it,” you said. “But I never had it” I cried. “Well then, if you never had it it must be where you left it” you said. Circular reasoning, thief!

I open my hand and close my eyes wishing my Merlot would appear. And suddenly, it does from the sky? It’s raining wine. What a dream.

I guess it wasn’t your fault the wine meant missing. But maybe it was? I’ll never know and you’ll never tell. I won’t forgive. So, the tired writer wrote.

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