#OctPoWriMo Day 23/TaleWeavers: Poem – Free Verse – “Curses and Betrayels” #amwriting #poetry #taleweavers 


For OctPoWriMo Day 23 the Prompt is on the Greek Mythology tale of Iris the Godess or Rainbows and Arke her twin sister and what is the message of their tale.  I’m combining this with the Tale Weavers prompt making sense of nonsense, using the nonsensical word cloppsright from Michael of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Cloppsright, a definition,

A stereo type;

What they swear. 

Not the lively, 

Iris’s fresh brilliance,

Providing hope, 

After the storm. 

I’m but a shape, 

The form an arch;

One fallen, 

A woman of sin. 

Cloppsright, the curse. 

Most use the ‘F’ word these days,

But it used to describe,

Their thoughts,

On a goddesses betrayal.

Chapped lips snarling, learing, 

At my black corsettes, ruby red gowns, 

Too showy, such a whore

A little cloppsright

Nothing compared to her radiance, 

Iris the light. 

The brightness of painting pigments. 

A sky of azure vivacity,

She’s utter joy. 

I’m the darkness, 

That seeps inbetween good, 

Twisting its form. 

The feeling in a room,

Causing you to shiver,

Your hair to rise on end, 

When the house is quiet,

When floorboards creak, 

My thoughts of loathing, 

Of disgust, wreck the night. 

For I am the tempestuous storm,

And she is the finale, 

The glory of a promise made and kept. 

Betrayal is a poison, 

And she is but an Iris

A beaming delight, a flower. 

But I’m more than an Arke

Shaping lights reflection. 

Let her compose and carry, 

Her own color. 

I’ve torn myself from the sky, 

The darker twin.

The seductive cloppsright so fallen, 

Nature’s disgrace;

Yet still there is power, 

In the silence,

Of grim nights, 

Before your fears become real;

My messages bring death

Swear and say cloppsright,

Curse me in your native tongue.

For Iris she withers and Arke rises,

Up into the angry heavens. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: “Passed Out“


There is a place where I can’t do well enough or try hard enough. My body goes into survival mode and I need to sleep to deal.

I cannot do anything, when lethargy takes me over and I have only thoughts of comfort and rest.

I wake awhile later, hopefully restored. But days of feeling great, always take their tole.

I try to fight the sleepiness but I know my body will not be well and my mind will not make sense, until I have rested ;however, long my body needs.

It is an annoying problem to be held back by a body and mind that have been chipped a bit; when bad things have happened to make the neurons clouded and send the wrong messages in my brain.

Sleep is tied into energy, and energy tied into feeling fatigued. It’s a curious matter I have learned to live with but find difficult on dark afternoons such as this, when the the outside is pitch black at 5:oo pm

But when I am full of energy, I never waste it. I am glad to have the time I’ve got and so I fill it with tasks and creativity. Time is such an illusion we always think we have more then we’ve got.

I’m sleeping late but staying up later, and writing aspects about life that matter. But burning both ends of the candlestick can result in a tired mind and body.

Maybe, you understand the feeling. But then maybe you don’t. I give what I can give. Then I pass out.