Photo Challenge: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Cowboys and Indians” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.

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Credit: Elizabeth Anna

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Face so black, eyes green-blue, a warrior stood, 

In forest, playing games, children not meek.

On the faces of cliffs roam, hide and seek,

Cowboys with guns, face arrows of wood. 

Her hair is in braids, she’s taller and could, 

 Take out any boy; her face paint it streaks;

Black oil paints stain her pink dress as she seeks, 

Unafraid, with bow ready, arrow’s wood —

Will strike at any movement and set fly, 

Weapon which could hurt, but that’s life she sighs.  

Hopes her arrow might hit a deer — dinner, 

For a family she can’t feed, as a child. 

Only a girl, no parents but she plays, 

In this strange cowboys and Indian brave’s game. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Collage Prompt: Poem – Florette – “Such Guests” #amwriting #poetry #writing 


Thank you to MindLoveMosery’s Menagerie for hosting this collage prompt:

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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My guest house, resides within

But I don’t feel right allowing–

Just anyone inside my own home

Guests like to roam, to destroy where they now reside. 

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My favourite friend is joy visiting, 

She shines brightly and never winces.

Anger comes in with wretched face

I tell him grace, will calm his raging –fire he spits

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Sorrow sacks the house, with no words, 

Brings anger and hurt with her to purge. 

But I serve them tea; she cries with tears,

Cries out all fears, sets the house right with kindness emerge.

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All these emotions come and go, 

Cathartic it feels, clearing my woes. 

Honouring them all, realize

These woes humanize me, make space within my soul. 

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Malice and shame, they wound the most, 

Ridicule my manners as host. 

Hate my guest house, demand refund. 

But they’re both numb; I learn from such awful ghosts. 

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My inner guest house is free for —

New glories to stride in and pour, 

Grace and mercy within my life

Now relieved strife fled, created much in me —more

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Day 2 – The Traveller Comes Home


I travelled at least ten thousand miles
Gathering greetings, gasps, and smiles
I took the trail that few journey to take
Those who want more steps to strode keep awake
A journey like this seduces and beguiles

So I went at least alive and well and came back home
” Wherever, I may wander; wherever I may roam”
And I remembered such nights of beautiful bliss
Nights on a train, where the steam gave way with a “hiss”
And back I came a traveller forlorn, forever away from home.

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