#NaPoWriMo Day 26/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “The Hawaiian Dreamscape” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


For NaPoWriMo Day 26, the Prompt is: “to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.” I’m combining with Bikurgurl’s Week 67 for #100WordWednesdays.


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Hibiscus flowers in tawny-hair;

A red bloom fastened in the twilight,

Beneath marmalade sky’s ablaze,

Or raspberry fires in the morning.

Tempting Margaritas dosed,

You’d swear you’d imagined ghosts;

One drink too many —

You’ll order four more.

Skirts of grass woven,

From foliage thick and lush.

The beat of drums pounding,

As belly-dancing interrupts;

The Ukulele’ s strum echoes,

A language unknown;

A beauty in not knowing.

As waves blast the sand,

The surf rises cerulean.

And miles out a creature whirls,

His flip an act of showmanship.

And sweet drinks ingested,

Carry lotus flowers, and in-depth conversation,

On topics no one recalls hereafter.

A language of islands,

Of salt air, the musk of giant fish;

And underneath lies pink-tangerine reefs.

Where fish of rainbows dart in and out,

In an immensity of sizes and looks.

Swimming into shore,

Basking in warm salted-water,

Head beneath waves,

One blinding sting, and another.

For too soon comes home,

Where the world is gray-toned;

It never alights with Hibiscus — red or fuchsia.

No purple orchids,

No waves that soothe the soul.

No greenery or fruit so sweet,

Pineapples and mangos,

Slices of heaven.

Where the tides create summer dreams.

When mornings with sunlight cascades,

Into a rhythm no other place knows.


©Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

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Maydays: NonFiction- One Sip #Maydays


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Thank you to C.L. Kaley for hosting #Mayday prompts. Today’s prompt is a dating story. 


 

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“What are you having?” I asked Az.

“Oh um, nothing too big. I think I will have the calamari starter.”

“Oh gross, seafood. Especially calamari, it’s so rubbery.” I told Az.

“Mmm, I love it. What are you having?”

“I think I’ll have the usual.” I said and Az rolls his eyes but smiles.

“This is my first Valentine’s date you know. I’ve never been out with a guy on Valentine’s before.”

“Oh is it?” Az says smiling.

“No. I haven’t. Here try a bit of my drink it’s yummy.” Az sips the drink and I panic instantly.

I wasn’t thinking. Az is drinking my alcoholic drink and he’s a Muslim who doesn’t drink alcohol. I hope he’s not mad. One sip of Sangria won’t hurt him right?

“This tastes like alcohol,” Az says and he’s angry.

“I’m sorry I forgot. The sangria is delicious here. I’m in the habit of sharing a drink with a friend or family member if it tastes good. I didn’t mean to make you drink it.”

“You know I don’t drink.” Az replies.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him meaning it. But he doesn’t accept my apology.

He spends the next fifteen minutes brooding and giving me angry scowls. I didn’t think one sip of alcohol was that big of a deal religiously.

But for the next half-hour, Az is curt and rude. He says he’s not feeling well when I ask him what’s wrong. Az says he has a killer headache and wants to go home. He’s lying.

The waitress arrives arrives to apologize for our food being late. Az looks at me and I sigh and ask the waitress, “Can we please have our food to go. My boyfriend isn’t feeling well.”

“Yeah sure,” the waitress says. Five minutes later, I have our food packed up in a bag and we are heading back to my house. Az is driving as fast as he can.I don’t understand how he is so upset over one tiny sip.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Do you think I’m okay? You gave me alcohol. I’m not allowed to drink alcohol.” Az says angrily.

“I didn’t mean it and I apologized. Your cousin gave you a sip or two of alcohol before and you didn’t get mad him like you are at me.” I said.

Az speeds up his car, racing me back to my house and barely stopping to let me out.

He grabs the bag of food thrusting it at me. “Here take all the food.”

“I don’t want the calamari,” I said. “It smells bad and no one in my house who is home, will eat it.”

Before Az can speak I take it out and put the calamari on the back seat of his car.

“Goodbye,” I say blandly, without looking at him as I slam his car door.

Inside, I’m fuming . To me a sip of liquor is such a tiny thing to become mad over and I never tried to make him drink the Sangria on purpose. I wasn’t thinking and I said sorry many times.

Az shouldn’t have ruined our entire Valentine’s Day because of his temper.

But that’s one reason why we broke up later on.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.