Poem: Bop – “For A Spark” #poetry #dVerse #amwriting 


Thanks to Paul Scribbles of Poet’s Pub for hosting the #dVerse prompt on “the end.” 

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Credit: Roksolana Zasiadko via Unsplash

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The end is never the end. It’s always the the beginning of something.” ― Kate Lord Brown, The Perfume Garden

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There once was a beginning, but for us, I think;

We never were, until we were, created in a blink.

Once upon a time there was the Word, 

The Word was God; It was with Him to be heard. 

All was darkness but the Word was the light 

The Word was the cure, it was omniscient insight.

Every spark becomes darkness, but His fire brings dawn. 

In the first beginning, his light lit uncountable sparks, 

That eternal, all-knowing ‘start’ burning through the dark. 

Where beginnings take place; journeys are revealed, 

Where life is born, ideas form, the masked are unconcealed. 

Beginings that inspire and conspire to grow and leap,  

Sparks choosing to expire, or to burn on in the deep.

There is the ‘lighter’ of the spark and the ‘spark’ itself;

Knowledge too that sparks turned cinders, have eternal help. 

Every spark become darkness, but His spark brings dawn. 

Who knows of endings but that they’re already won, 

The ‘Candle-snuffer’ futile fights, his end already come.  

He decided his ending forever, when our spark was new, 

He’s the one temptation slithered, damnation to all construed. 

The eternal light is present, no cinders who ask will end up ash, 

Faith is fuel that forever burns, so the term ‘end’ has passed.   

Every spark becomes darkness, but His spark brings dawns. 

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©Mandibelle16 (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


Photo Challenge: Poem – Blitz – “Still As Your Breath” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this week’s photo prompt. 

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Credit:SIrLounge.com

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In dress of Emerald green unfurling, 

Unfurling and scampering, the forest behind 

Behind her hair of onyx locks

Behind her the forest forms, her dream image 

Image of imp, earthen worm silk for her gown

Image of child feet bare on the ground

Ground echoes as she pants and runs 

Ground misting with fog on grey lake

Lake where the monsters swim

Lake where they slither and with trickery bid

Bid her come swim 

Bid her come beneath the surface

Surface of lake reflective mirror

Surface of mind, smoke cascading from hair 

Hair the metaphor of her thoughts

Hair rising with caustic smoke

Smoky, the sky is dim and grey

Smoky, her thoughts show disarray 

Disarray of the mind and she scatters

Dissray of her feet on dying grass

Grass beloved in spring

Grass lush and wild around her

Her the woman, the sprit

Her the goddess –only in her mind

Mind overflowing she burns black thoughts

Mind recreates as she destroys smoke black 

Black as her hair, the ravens are jealous

Black as her pupils, focused on running

Running from life, imp of nature

Running until lungs burst

Burst with her blackness inhaled

Burst with the need for fresh air

Air breathed in and out

Air the forest created

Created as she makes trees 

Created to help her and us breathe 

Breathe the freshest lake air

Breathe and feel free to live

Live but how? 

Live but why? She’s black soot scent

Scent of tar from smoke

Scent of wildflower and rain

Rain and her dress greener still grows

Rain and her tears are diamonds 

Diamond of nature stop fleeing 

Diamond of nature flawed — just stand 

Stand silent and inhale fresh mountain air

Stand and inhale new beginning — be still

Still as your breath and the silence gives rest

Still as your breath and the silence gives rest. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Free Verse – “Goodbye My Friend”


It’s difficult the right words,

Telling you, through eyes blurred.

Expressing how much you are loved,

Though, your end has come, beloved.

Never forgotten, you were my inspiration,

Who I aspired to be like, as life caused fascination,

As I came upon new ideas, people, and friendships.

Learned to adore life; however, life came I worship,

Thank God each and every day I’m alive and well.

Yet, I do despair, I won’t lie; they’re are days life’s hell.

But I grow and as I experience pain and frustration,

Hoping in my mind this gives me more trust, 

That my relation to people everywhere can be aided,

Because I have a new understanding from my times shaded.

Everyone knows life is more perspiration,

Hardwork and enterprise, even when we’re experiencing inspiration.

I’m not afraid of working hard,

Though my body give out and shatter in shards,

Glass-like, crystalline, fragile I’ve become,

But there is strength and pride in the broken,

Living life, it’s all I can do, without you —

Do you comprehend, I must go on my own, I do —

Realize  you’re hurting, but I cannot take your pain,

It makes you wiser and doesn’t end with me insane.

By now you see, what’s not meant, cannot be.

Go my friend and be free.

Love anew and find a purpose,

Something with money, you cannot purchase.

Imagination is spinning me, into new worlds.

New fascinations with words and dreams swirl.

Moving in life the best we can,

We can dream, and we can plan,

Life is always a surprise in the end,

Saying goodbye, my goodwill send.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.