100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Lunes – “Wild Horses” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


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Credit: Samantha Scholl

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There is something about horses,

Wild, gregarious, sweet,

Congregating in lush green fields.

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Some horses ivory, white, others —

Deep ochre brown,

Or dark chestnut brown, whinnying

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Renaming near to each other,

Keeping their family —

Safely accepted in the heard.

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Myriads of horses, heard whinnying,

Their favorite people,

Providing sweet treats, petting them.

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Glossy, soft coats, mains soft,

Hair as powder-puffs,

Nose pushing into your hands.

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They’re eating hay and grass,

Taking gulps, sips —

Of water, teaching their young.

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Colts learn running, playing, listening,

Their humans admire,

Horses’ majesty seen in fields.

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Where they are able to —

Be wild, untamed,

Running freely, breathing hard, pleased.

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Rode by their favorite humans,

Galloping quickly, joyfully,

With pleasure providing their all.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Guardian Angels #amwriting #flashfiction 


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Sunyana – http://www.moipenseive.com

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I marvelled at the set of angel lights at the the beginning of each block, with another set of angels at the end, as I joined my friends at a pub. 

It seemed right these angels should be here, watching over the revelry. As I later walked a block down in the early morning hours to catch a cab, I recalled my thoughts on angels as child. 

Sometimes I had nightmares and I was too afraid to fall asleep. My Mom told me not to worry because God’s angels were always watching over me. Still, I looked to the corners of my room afraid because the corners were the darkest places. 

Eventually, I began to imagine angels were there in these corners guarding me as I slept. If I woke up afraid I’d look to the corners of my bedroom ceiling and feel safe. Sometimes I dreamed I could see these celestial beings watching over me. 

Going home that night in the cab I gazed at the angels made of lights, four of them guarding a street; I hoped the night ended safely for all. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Day 10 – NaPoWriMo – Abecedarian – An Alphabetical Poem – “The Dance of Life”


Always walking in the shadows I see your every stance;

Because I can’t help but watch you, as you move I glance.

Conversely, you are watching me as I strike a pose lipstick in hand;

Dedicated to your mission of figuring out the dance I move.

Entrancing as it is to watch each other move, we are figuring out more;

Finding out the steps we move to each other’s waltz, while keeping up a tempo;

Guiding our feet along one another’s, you move, I move, this is the dance.

Holding hands, you gently lead and take your steps so carefully;

If I should ever step on your feet, God forgive me because we are waltzing for life.

Just because you should stop, I would always wait for you;

Killing all movement is not a reason for you to let go, I will find your pace.

Laughing, uproariously as we linger at the parts we get especially close;

Movement with you is always a good time, moving with you I am consumed.

Never have I felt so alive and full of vibrancy and color, we are vapour;

Only the fastest couple can catch us as we move to this lover’s tune.

People will try and emulate us but each couple moves all their own way;

Quickly, and quietly we move, no dance once danced, can ever be the same.

Rest is required when I am out of breath, you know me like a plant knows sunlight;

Safely, you guard me while we sleep, and dream of jazz and tap, a little R&B.

Together we incorporate the dances that go beyond the waltz, for life moves beyond what’s known; 

Understanding your footwork, I match my own footwork to it;

Various movements cause us to spin and sometimes I feel a tad dizzy;

Waking as we move, dancing makes me feel weightless at times.

Xylophone’s play a little beat as we begin to slow our pace;

Zany business is this dance called life, but I’d only dance it with you.