100 Word Wednesdays, Children/YA/Family, Flash Fiction, Free Verse, Memories/Childhood, My Thoughts, OctPoWriMo, Photography/Visual Art, Poetry, Relationship, Writing, Writing Challenges

#OctPoWriMo Day 20/ 100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Breakfast in Bed” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


OctPoWriMo Day 20 Prompt is to write about desires and remembering. I’m combining this prompt with Bikurgurl’s #100WordWednesdsay prompt. 

——-——

Credit: Unsplash

——

Breakfast in bed. 

Waking up to —

Rays of light. 

Escaping dreams, 

Of catch and chase. 

Your tired eyes, 

Crinkling. 

A half grin on your —

Dimpled cheek. 

Stubble scratching as you —

Kiss my neck, 

Telling me to eat. 

Before devouring, 

My plate. 

Then lying beside me, 

I read a book, 

You’ve chosen.

Watching you sleep, 

With fondness, 

With love. 

Feeling our magnetism, 

Yet asleep, 

You’re only a small boy. 

Somehow, 

I’ve discovered, 

Little boys become men, 

But never grow up,

If only in sleep. 

———
©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved

Animals/Pets, Children/YA/Family, Current Events, dVerse, Free Verse, Memories/Childhood, MindLoveMisery's Menagerie, My Thoughts, Nature, Nonfiction, Photography/Visual Art, Poetry, Relationship, Travel, Writing Challenges

Tale Weavers: Prompt -Free Verse – “Today’s Your Day” #poetry #dVerse #taleweavers


Thanks to Lorraine of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Tale Weavers #131 on the theme of “making it your day.” I’m combining this prompt with Lillian of Poetic’s Pub #dVerse prompt of “seeking some shade.” 


Hammock Summer Day Katya Austin
Credit: Katya Austin via UnSplash

Today’s your day,

Go outside, love it,

Take in the sun’s —

Pure golden rays.

Graze through,

Fresh markets,

Ripe fruit,

Crisp vegetables.

Today’s your day,

Make something of it.

Inhale,

Fresh air;

Grass blades,

From mowed lawns.

The scent of,

Salty ocean breeze;

Scent of sand,

Sunscreen lotion.

Aroma of forest,

Rot, decay,

Contrast with bloom,

Flourishment.

Today’s your day,

Laugh, love,

Profoundly.

Take photos,

Future memories.

Hold your honey,

Close.

Kiss your,

Children’s sticky cheeks.

Run, play —

With them,

Until you’ve exhausted them.

Chase your dog,

Doing zoomies.

Today’s your day,

Spend it, however,

You please.

Sit under shade,

Of oldest tree,

On soft blankets.

Read an —

Immersing book.

Drink sangria,

Secretly.

Snack on chocolate,

On fleshy pink,

Watermelon.

Today’s your day,

Live it vivaciously,

For there’ll  never,

Be another day,

Same as this —

One’s been.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

Daily Prompt, Free Verse, My Thoughts, Nonfiction, Poetry, Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Poem:Free Verse – “Fleeting”


Thanks to The Daily Prompt for the prompt word fleeting.

—–

download (3)
http://www.kids-myshot.nationalgeographic.com
Considerably, much time in life is fleeting,

Even this moment passing now, it was a cheat —

We didn’t know we’d never get the moment back,

But it’s gone forever, clever, a moment we lack.

Fleeting, means something isn’t here long,

We need our best attempt, to remember it’s song,

When all our moments are gathered at the end of life,

We will see life was fleeting, for it’s pain and strife.

Perhaps, we will only picture meaningful times,

Laughing with loved ones, and considering old rhymes.

Pieces of poetry and prose, leading us through each day,

Thinking, and contemplating words, as they play,

At the end of days, it’s hard to say, what will be important.

I think for our time with our families, we’ll feel fortunate.

But if our moments are fleeting, how come they take their time,

Letting as watch the clock tick-tock, slowly, and stately, chime.

The sun may set, but it rises again; each morning so glorious.

Thinking, one day the sun won’t rise; right now it’s notorious.

It rises each day, shooting rays and light across our paths.

So when He leads us, we can go step by step and laugh.

Awaking early, only to see the breathlessness of pastel colours blend.

Photographing sky in our minds with nostalgic clarity, to rend.

Time happens so slow, but quickly when we think, how it went,

So, if you please stop saying everything is fleeting,

Instead be cheerful, and don’t forget to greet,

The people you come across in the passage of our lives.

Live each day, a wondrous burst of your best tries.

Take your time drop by drop, and spend it well, don’t cheat.

Be watchful; when moments go, they go on feet so fleet.

—–

©Mandibelle16. All Rights Reserved.

 

Short Stories And Serial Stories, Writing

Literary Lion: Sun and Water


The sun is high in the sky when I awake. A summer sun that leaves you aching for days on the lake, houseboating, cabins, and beaches. I arise with tanned skin from my days vacationing here. Sylvan Lake is a wonderful little place in Alberta. It’s a place that crawls with locals and tourists when the sun first hits it and warms the temperature to a toasty twenty-six degrees celsius in June. The hotter it becomes the more people who roam here. They sit on the grass by the lake, young people in bikini’s and boarder shorts. Also, families with little kids running around and eating the famous ice cream. It melts down their bare torsos in rivulets of color, whatever crazy flavour the kid chose– tiger or bubblegum maybe.

I am neither those young people anymore, nor am I a family. I am somewhere in-between. Young but not college age anymore. I came with a couple of friends and we haven’t been here in years, since those days of campus shenanigans. We are lying on towels on the grass and the sun beats down on us, thirty-five degrees celsius. It’s a hot one today. My pale skin is red from the rays that beat down on me. I never notice sunburn until it is too late. But at least I noticed soon enough that I won’t have blisters or second degree burns such as I had as an eight-year–old in the Okanogan.

I put on my shirt so my shoulders won’t burn anymore and walk out into the lake water which is lukewarm. I walk until my hair goes under. Then  I float gently in the water as the sun hits the afternoon crowd with its rays. Kids are floating on little rafts and blow up crocodiles. I hate the lake but it is a balm to my sun burn. I hate the things that live beneath its watery veil. The fish and God knows what else.

I’m out pretty far out in the lake when something pulls on my leg. I swim towards shore but the thing keeps pulling at me. I am closer to shore and swimming faster than I’ve ever swum. My skins aches from the burn of the sun underneath my t-shirt. Then I’m pulled under the water, again, and again. I’m yelling and screaming, but my friends just wave. They cannot hear me. And then I’m pulled down to the depths of the lake. I’ll never see the sun again, the water was my fate.

Thanks to I Smith Words for the prompt sun.

NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Writing

Day 9 – NaPoWriMo- Visual Poetry – ” At This Moment”


A note: The prompt is to do visual poetry such as in a shape or some sort of form. I had this before as a prompt in the Writing 201 Poetry course and I hate it! If there was a way I could do it on here perhaps I wouldn’t hate it as much. But there isn’t a way so and I don’t have time to color you a poem today on paper and take a picture. So the way I am going to be visual is with my words.

“At this Moment”

The blowing of the tall green grass gasping and growing in the air as it glows in the sunshine apt for yellow rays of bright burning rays and crystal white puffs of clouds trailing beyond the horizon and floating in blueness and newness of the cool breathtaking  magnetic sky.

I am waiting in my living room dark red furniture with lines of yellow and brown cushions with a lighter brown, reddish brown, orangey red, and maroon brown; sitting on the couch it’s cushy and am writing.

The computer hums softly with the electronic stillness of air going through technology in a soft silent and repeating noise.

I am waiting for the guise of flowers now dying in sick green water, white perfect roses withered and bright almost neon green leaves dying; all that’s living is the proud white lily as she sticks her triumphant petals in the air and inner orange brightness shines as the sun.

She stinks but not one would kill her for her smell she is only one and a vision in the lines and pale pastel brown paint that covers this house.

And I zoom back out to the sunshine knowing I’ll be travelling in it and I am warmed by the air that blows my bright blond head back in anticipation, that automation of the trees and their leaves as they are all pine and the coniferous trees have yet to burst into bloom.

I sit and I wonder of the clouds and the cars moving slowly past the this deserted street and I am in awe of a beautiful day.