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November Notes: Poem – Day 30 – Italian Sonnet – “Survivor” #amwriting #novembernotes #poetry #music 


The last day of this song prompt goes to “Turnimg Tables” by Adele.

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“Turning Tables” – Adele

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Turning the tables, you say you want more, 

I’m tired of your haze, your noxious mean gaze. 

So I’m turning the tables, with heart fire I raze

I won’t let you hurt me, make my soul pour, 

As a bag of sand, my soul won’t be torn

I won’t ask, “Desert me;” you deserted first, 

Won’t be, ‘neath your thumb, you can’t slake my thirst. 

Turning tables, your game playings no more. 

Braving fierce storms, I’ll escape forever, 

I’ll save myself, return to you never

I’m a survivor, I’ll build my new life, 

No turning tables on me, your best ex-wife. 

Get out of my home, you’re not mine at all, 

I’ll turn you outside, your morals appall. 

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Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: Persnickety #MoralMondays 


Thanks to Nortina for hosting The Moral Monday’s prompt. This weeks moral is: “Harsh Words Stir Up Anger.”

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” Stop doing it that way.” Alice told her daughter Kim.

“What way?”

“Don’t fold laundry like that, it’s not how I taught you.” Alice said.

Kim was twenty-years-old. She did her own laundry and was confused.”It’s my laundry. I do it myself and I’m an adult. I wear my clothes so I will fold them how I like.”

Alice exploded: “This is my house and you will fold your laundry how I say to fold it.”

“Fine.” Kim retorted. “I told you I’d stay home for your sake until university is done but I can’t do it. You’re too particular.  I will be gone at the end of the month.”

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Poem: Tankas – “The Killer” 


Thank you to The Daily Prompt for the word prompts DiverseGenerationSurvival, and Vision.

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Angel babe stolen, 

Soundly beneath darkness black.

Dragging our bodies.

Through all this slime, muck outside.

I’ve no vision of life left.

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Diverging  paths cross, 

Which way will he go with two —

Bodies, to manage,

He can’t be seen, it’s vital.

Survival, a thought in mind.

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Burying his sins,

His burdens in unmarked graves,

It never should have come —

To him, killing all of them.

Generations vanish.

Diversity in —

This family crossed his —

Moral; Forced to kill, 

Two more bodies in the house.

To haul out to their grave sites.

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No night vision, hard —

To see beneath only stars,

Survival of —

Self, most imperative of thoughts.

Looking down, corpses in blankets.

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He didn’t like how, 

Cultures intermarried,

Racist man, hater.

Reason enough he thinks to kill, 

Mother, Grandma, Grandpa, baby.

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Several generations,

Mixed ethnicities; hateful —

Man; wicked one no —

Rest; killer, murderer of —

Our friends; a demon, evil’s.

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The Confusion


Confusion enters my bones every time you write to me.
Just a little quip, and you’ll take what you need.
You make me think, what if I just gave in?
Temptation what a horrible mistress you are.
If I just gave in, would it be bliss?
If I broke my promises just for a little bit.
If allowed myself to sin just for a moment.
Would I remember that night for a long long time?
Could I handle the guilt, or would it eat me alive.
Would I be comfortable with you, could I trust you?
The biggest problem is I want to be your friend.
You would douse me in delusion for awhile.
And then let me go, used, and abused.
Now you beg and you beg.
But another day you’d order me away.
Who are you to control me?
I am independent and free and I have my morals.
I hang onto them I do, when you would hold temptation before me
And I would reach out and touch, but to be burned.