Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Sonnet (Nurado) – “Forever Burn” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW. Also thank you to Bjorn of Poet’s Pub #dVerse prompt for hosting a poetry prompt on Pabulo Nurado’s sonnets.

” Nurado’s sonnets have no rhyme scheme, are meter-free, and are 14 lines, with a volta when you go from the two quatrain into the the concluding tercets. This is consistent with an Italian (or Petrarchan sonnet). ” 

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Here he sells his wares, the sidewalk his shop, 

He’s weary of unlookers, keeping his clay jar’s burning incense. 

I stand nearby, asking myself, “For what reason, 

Do these fires burn? What wares has he purloined today?”

And stones gathered against the burnt sienna fence, 

Mark that, this is his place, where he works and lives. 

Hocks his wares, keeps the fire’s in the jars stoked, 

Tiny stoves remain lit from dawn until midnight. 

His goods move quick, I’m quite surprised, 

To me they’re nothing much, yet, I buy a wood carving. 

With a crumpled bill and pocket coins, freely given. 

My fingers slide over dips and ridges, measure his small carving, 

Such intricate, minute detail; but never have I found —

Why the clay fires forever burn, incense floating to the heavens. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved

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Saturday Mix: Poem – Five Line – ” The Beetle Prince” #amwriting #poetry #nature #saturdaymix 


Thanks to Lorraine from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt. This week I’m doing a five line free verse with a goal of twenty-five words

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Credit: Lorraine – MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Gazing across his tiny kingdom, 

Beetle prince prepares for giants.

His shell is thick and resilient, 

He’s difficult to squish; escapes —

Easily, lord over his domain. 

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Mushrooms poisonous, his castle found, 

Searching, scrumptious bites to nibble. 

Proud tiny prince he’ll never —

Notice until too late how huge —

Giants actually are — slaying him. 

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Forest floor a massacre the —

Castle had fallen; the prince —

Lays dying, his shell breached. 

In his Heaven he wanders; 

No longer minute, he’s significant. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Minute – “Bestfriends and Lovers” #wordhighjuly #amwriting #poetry #kaulayau



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Feeling peace; in my life you’re a balm.

My body is calm;

Mouth softly turns, 

Together we learn.

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Gazing in your eyes, reflecting.

Smile love inflects.

Your eyes gleaming, 

Both us we dream.

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Magnatism, hands entwining, 

Thoughtless combine.

Despite small fights, 

We talk; no flight.

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Sometimes you need your space, and I mine.

Eyes know our signs.

Always meet each —

Other; hands reach.

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A gaze, a grin, our language known, 

We both intone, 

Stories we share,

Affectionate, care.

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Knowing each other; intimacy.

Made intricately, 

Life together, 

Us forever.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: “Midnight New Years.”


 

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What shape is midnight, when the Owls come out. Hooting to each other to see if there mate is there?

What shape does the night take when you stayed in instead. I quite relief to keep peace in your soul. But too much thinking in bed. 

While the world all around rings with laughter and cheer. You hear Auld Lang-sine as the clock strikes the hour, 2015 has disappeared.

The fireworks start with a sparkling of lights. The people and the snow are alight with holiday glow. Then you hear a recessive bang as one by one the crackers glitter the black sky.

And what happens when the fireworks quiet? When the last toast of champagne has been given. When the treats are all eaten. When the last ring of smoke is blown.

Another year begins with goals to do and do not. But I’m still in the hour between twilight and night when the soaring stars glimmer over crisp tree branches. 

I’m still in the time as I did my last bend on a yoga mat purple to end the year with Namaste. I’m still in the moment I drank a big glass of wine. Lush red, bold with a bite. 

Cabernet-Sauvignon by Louis M. Martin, last bottle of the year before the sandman comes calling. Last bottle to crisian the new year, 2016. 

And while it is early yet, the party dresses have been chosen. The suites and tyes pulled out and the world is awaiting. Change fast midnight isn’t stalling. 

Down in time square, the famous ball will drop. The people are packed in like rats. But it would be an experience. To let the hours tick by with the best live entertainment.

But I am the mouse in a blue house and I am writing poetry of the midnight kind. The poem is as quick silver and it runs through my lips. This word, now that phrase, think harder, repeat.

What kind of words are caught in a moment, in the twinkling of eyes filled with mirth and red wine. When does the world return to normal. Not ever, not only. My reply.

Keep on crushing those jello shouts inside of strawberries. Never say I don’t get my fruit or veggies. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock is calling, for midnight is where we will meet. 

There is no reprieve you are “stuck in a moment and you can’t get out of it.” Sing it like Bono. U2, I’m not into them so much anymore. Ever since they gave me their last album for free.

Consequently, the Owls are about to fly. The moon is a giant disk of white light in the sky and the man on the moon is smiling in delight. 

The whole worlds turned up to see him in the spotlight. Appear for the moment the ball drops in New York. Appear for the moment the Opera House in Camberra lights the sky with explosions.  

Appear as the Northeran Lights spread a green- purple wash of watercolours across the sky and you are struck by the thought. This moment in time will never repeat.

A moment takes place and then is done. So live it up, be where you are in the present time. Sing loud and sing honestly as the year flashes by. Remember the old times the bad and the good. 

Remember that as my year slips away, in the midnight we embrace and a new day a New Year has begun. 

We have a blank space to live our lives in so smash it with colour the bright and the bold. Crash it with wet paint and make your surrounding beautiful and magnificent. 

Build the New Year of your dreams. At midnight for a moment, we can touch the stars and make a wish in 2016.

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