#OctPoWriMo Day 28/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – English Sonnet – “Eiffel Tower” #amwritingpoetry #100WordWednesday


For OctPoWriMo Day 28 the prompt is “a dilemma. A split path. A difficult choice. Maybe even a chasm or schism.I’ve combined this prompt with Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday photo prompt.


Credit: Paul Gaudriault via Unsplash


Split as in — split as what? Split as lighted —

Towers as the Eiffel, divides night sky?

Split, you gleam luminescent sighted,

E’n from dim, breathless outer-space’s high.

Did you, majestic tower, split classes?

Levels of archaic demeaning,

Serf, merchants — the King’s ‘Tonne’ harassing.

No food, left starving; the tower stood gleaming.

A literal divide; noble heads rolled.

De Vince’s Masterpiece, a deep chasm?

Perhaps, it stands for more — collaboration?

Witless tyrants passed, yet the world spasms.

Eiffel bright, you’ve witnessed such great errors;

Hope people change — that we’re not all terrors.


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 6/ FFftAW: Poem – Bop – “Reviving” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction 


For OctPoWriMo Day 6 the theme is pacing the floor. Also, I’m combining the Prompt with a couple of week’s old FFftAW Prompt held by Priceless Joy

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Credit: Pamela S. Canepa

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Back and forth, the floor boards are wearing out, 

Middle of the night where sleep is doubtful. 

High up in my condo, the black sky peppered, 

With giant twinkling points of light inspected. 

Watching from my glowing widows my feet, 

Tapping, then pacing to and fro with defeat. 

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech.

There’s nothing in me that makes sense of us, 

Of our loss, the pain mutually rusted. 

How do you find satisfaction being —

Aware of the wall’s writings, not seeing,–

How near the end we were without vision. 

Feeling fog come creeping, our schism —

Not a memory useful in the inky night. 

I survive, healing , letting go the fight. 

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech

From high above I watch the night, good friends – 

Walking, conversing, laughing, time extends. 

Wishing I was below to hear their words laughed, 

As my flat isn’t a home but small paths —

Towards more, silencing your name, rising —

In darkness; finding peace, my soul revives

Now I lay me down to sleep while cars screech. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.