Animals/Pets, Fiction, Finish Off Fridays/Saturday Mix FlashFiction, Flash Fiction, Memories/Childhood, My Thoughts, Nature, Nonfiction, Octain Refrain/Double/High - Abbac/cabA Abbad/dabA, Poetry, Relationship, Religion/Morality, Writing, Writing Challenges

Saturday Mix: Poem – Octain/Double/High – “The Beauty of My Love” #amwriting #poetry #saturdaymix 


Thanks to Teresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Saturday’s prompt was to write pasturel poetry (Fiction/no fiction) which is essentially poetry written about nature in an idyllic way. 

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Credit: Eden Hills

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The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

Through fields of wildflower I follow her steps, 

Her milk white skin, soft, supple; she knows best,

How tiny goat kids, and dog’s pups will thrive. 

They bleet, whimper, for her hands petting coats, 

Feeding them drops of milk reviving life’s hope. 

So they wil live glorious in pastures kind; 

Become adults frolic, following my queen. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized, 

She gathers the chickens eggs to feed, 

Those who grace her kitchen with smiles pleased. 

Finds the dairy cows, milks them all beguiling. 

She’s a feminist, believes we never stop learning. 

She chose to farm, grows organic food, serves —

Customers desiring; at market they find hers first;

My love works hard, adores our life, she’s pleased. 

The beauty of my love is sweet, divinely prized. 

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Day 16 – NaPoWriMo/A toZ Challenge/FFftPP: Poem – Joseph’s Star – “A Poison Tale Penned” #NaPoWriMo #AtoZchallenge #poetry #flashfiction 


Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to ” take your inspiration, like our featured interviewee did in the chapbook she co-authored with Ross Gay, from the act of letter-writing. Your poem can be in the form of a letter to a person, place, or thing, or in the form of a back-and-forth correspondence.” The A to Z Challenge letter is O for GoodRead’s quotes and I’m combing these prompts with Roger Shipp’s FFftPP

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Credit: Roger Shipp FFftPP

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These bits of paper are covered with lies. They poison your minds. And so long as they exist, you cannot hope to see the world as it truly is.(…)You turn to them for answers and salvation. (…) You rely more upon them than upon yourselves. This makes you weak and stupid. You trust in words. Drops of ink. Do you ever stop to think of who put them there? Or why? No. You simply accept their words without question. And what if those words speak falsely, as they often do? This is dangerous.” 

― Oliver Bowden, Assassin’s Creed: The Secret Crusade

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Read your short, 

Letter, it’s awkward, 

It reminds me of us, 

How the two of us are when —

We’re together, 

It’s why I’m, 

‘I.’

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Why, 

‘I,’ isn’t us, 

And your words they hurt, 

Didn’t know you felt so strongly

Had no idea ‘us’ was, 

So much more to —

You; asking —

Why

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You 

Never said, 

As much, why you held —

Back; I guess to not be hurt? 

I didn’t mean to hurt you. 

It’s just I was more, 

To you, than 

You —

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Meant

To me; I —

Try to understand, 

How I led you on; when I —

Should’ve stopped this charade. 

Didn’t know you what,

What you felt, 

Meant

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So, 

Now I —

Read your words, 

Poisoned tongue you have, 

Poison words too in this —

Inked letters; they are —

Killing me, 

So.

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Not, 

Only my —

Realization. 

I should’ve seen the ‘writing, 

On the wall,’ but I was living

Loving another, 

I loved you, 

Not.

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Now, 

Your poison

In ink hides easily. 

Poison you’ve written with and —

You’re probably smiling now, 

Because I’m dying, 

Are you glad? 

Now

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You, 

See I; peer —

Into the past, I —

Know now you were hiding in —

Plain sight; wickedness masked, 

You never loved me. 

And I loathe

You. 

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Truth

I was not

Attracted to you, 

I was being nice, I thought —

We were great friends until now. 

I know the real you, 

Ignoring, 

Truth.

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Hours, 

Later my, 

Family finds my corpse. 

I’ve written one word down for 

Your hours of freedom

Are waning, 

Hours.

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Lost, 

You’ll only, 

Be free a short while, 

Then justice will reign, they’ll find —

You; you’re not the only one —

Who kills with poison, 

In death you’re —

Lost

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Tale Weavers: Fiction – A Bit of PDA #amwriting #fiction #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver prompt which is a story about why touch is important. 

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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I didn’t understand it, we’d been dating a year and Raph never touched me in public. He didn’t mind when I rubbed his back in the mall or if I made the effort to lace my fingers through his. When I first pecked him on the cheek in public he blushed bright red. 

I asked him one day why he didn’t touch me in public. In private he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He didn’t mind cuddling at home and he often tangled his hand in my hair or massaged the back of my neck while we watched TV. I adored these touches but didn’t understand why he was afraid to initiate small bits of PDA. 

I explained to Raph how it was important to me because it made me feel like I was his, that he loved me, and didn’t care what anyone else thought of us. He was angry at first and confused, but the next day as we grocery shopped he linked his pinky through mine while we waited to pay. 

Two days later he casually put his arm around my shoulders at his friend’s house. I snuggled into him kissing him when his buddy went to grab more beer. I linked my pinky with his and smiling, Raph returned the kiss as his friend walked into the living room. I was thrilled Raph understood how much these small touches meant to me. 

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Photo Challenge: Poem – Synchronicity – “The Thief” #amwriting #poetry #fiction


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting. 

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Credit: Anja Buhrer

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“But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?” – Nicole Krauss 

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Reflections or shadows briefly stand,

Together as soulmates, us two

Lovers.

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Your illusion captivates,

Your splendour resilient,

Eyes bright.

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Even mirror images,

Destain to show your glory told, 

Goddess.

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Knew you once as a child laughing bold,

Called you names and pulled your hair,

Cute girl.

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You’ve grown and you’ve changed,

Hair black and sweeping, shoulder length,

Glossy.

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Green eyes telling a story of —

Smiling lips, straightened teeth gleaming

Perfect.

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Stubborn chin, lovely breasts rising,

Fluted waist, lush body, legs —

Stellar.

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Curves run imagination wild and I, 

Stare, hopeful to hear your lilting voice —

Whisper. 

*****

I examine our reflections,

How strange you hate your beloved —

Husband.

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Caring for you as Alzheimers, 

Steals your lifememories; you’re —

Forty-nine.

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Synchronicity Poetry — A type of poem with events simultaneously related. The last two stanzas reveal a twist and the syllable count for each stanza is 8, 8, 2. 

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information. 

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November Notes: Poem – Day 26 – Free Verse (Audio) – “The Endless Fight” #amwriting #poetry #novembernotes #audio


Today’s song prompt is “For the First Time” by The Script.

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“For the First Time” by The Script. 

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Photo Credit: http://www.familytiescounselingcentre.com

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We could talk all night, 

Babe give up this fight, 

We’re gonna work things through, 

But nothing’s perfect. 

Talking after wine, 

The cheapest we can buy, 

Saying things we should’ve said, 

Long before we actually did. 

Smiling but we’re close to tears. 

It’s been many years, 

But we’re meeting for the first time. 

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We could talk all night, 

Babe, give up this fight.

I’ve lost my job, 

There’s bills to pay. 

They only give unemployment, 

In the longest line. 

I’m wasting time, but we need to pay rent, 

And your upset at me again. 

Smiling but we’re close to tears. 

It’s been many years, 

But we’re meeting for the first time. 

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We could talk all night, 

Babe give up this fight. 

My prides wounded, 

And we need healing.

It hurts me now to see you cry, 

Don’t know what to do, 

When everything’s insane in life, 

I just kiss your lips and hope. 

Smiling but we’re both close to tears. 

It’s been many years, 

But we’re meeting for the first time. 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: A Leap of Faith


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.


 

Credit: Joy Pixley

 

“What’s wrong ?” Taylor asked Olivia. They had been climbing the steps to the top of the bell tower.

“I’m tired of stairs Taylor. How many more levels?’

“I’m not sure. My friend Luca says this is the most fun you can have in this town.”

“Huh?” Olivia mumbled. “I love a great view Taylor, but stairs aren’t fun.”

Taylor chuckled, “Look, we’re here.” He grabbed Olivia and kissed her with ardor. She turned from him after awhile and admired the city which lay below them, the sun setting.

“This is amazing,” Olivia said, “What now?”

Taylor handed Olivia a special umbrella. He grabbed her hand firmly and held his own umbrella out.

“Now we go down,” Taylor said laughing as he and Olivia stepped off the bell tower ledge.

She thought she would die. Instead, the couple floated gently down onto the church lawn.

“I can’t even describe that,” Olivia said excited. She couldn’t stop grinning at Taylor.

“For a moment,” Taylor admitted, “I thought . . .”

Olivia shushed him. “One thing off our bucket list,” she said smiling and squeezing his hand tight.


(Inspired partially, by an episode of Gilmore Girls.)


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Poem: Free Verse – “In Eyes Perceive” #wordhighjuly #poetry #balintataw



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I’ve lost clarity; it’s obvious, observe —

When I’m peering through dense walls, 

Where you disguise your life;

I’m blinded from your changing eyes.

Obsidian pupils, shining as glass;

Solidification of molten lava black.

Rings of green surround pupils.

In certain light, your eyes blackish-green fire;

In another light, they’re a grassy knoll.

I perceive your eyes, understanding you;

When you’re hostil, temperamental;

Your eyes alter colour, swirling into black.

A bitter ocean, a complex green.

Obsidian pupils merge; fight pleasant green.

The storm rages, your eyes stay grating.

As steel and concrete, 

You’re cold, unflinching.

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When you’re serene and absorbed in life;

Your eyes tint with light, 

Glow with presence;

Glimmering alert, understanding.

Conversing comfortably; 

Words match your eyes.

Face, sure and bright; 

Joy glows from your lips, 

The creases in your smile.

Wrinkles, fan your eyes;

You laugh and illuminate my sight.

Your fantastic mood drawing people to you, 

My beacon.

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But my favourite vantage,

Of your eyes;

Dark pupils focus, adore me slow.

Feeding an ethereal glow;

Throwing off embers of warmth.

Mysterious eyes, wide-open; 

Your true-self, no posing.

Brilliant fire of space simmering;

Us a compass twain, 

Star dust and nebulas.

You appear almost sleepy, 

Eyes perceiving my eyes;

Mood indicators; receptors of feeling.

The lights in all the stars, 

Of every universe, combined.

Heat from your heart (and other parts),

Obsidian meeting obsidian sheen;

Aurora Borealis in our eyes gleam.

Waves of heat and colour impress.

Of all the giant and tiny world’s,

Unparalleled; the world we combine.

Nebulas spark across the dark;

Your truth is when you memorize me, 
Satisfied smile, softly content.
We’ve conquered stars;

As light is the only source,

Differing our eyes; a genetic defect passed,

Transforming brown, to blue and green;

The Northern Lights, 

Enfolding us in time, our space.

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Credit: I thought about a lot of John Donne poetry writing this: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning and The Good Morrow mostly. Also, if you haven’t read about why some people have blue or green eyes, when originally, humans only had brown eyes, check-out: Wikipedia – Eye Colour. Turns out blue or green eyes is not a pigment, it has to do with structural colour and the scattering of light in certain conditions. 

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Poem: Wrapped Refrain –  “Relationships and Childhood” 


Thanks to The Daily Post for the prompt words Childhood, Sky, Purpose, and Angry.

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What made us now, this moment past

How’d we become so frail, like glass.

Feelings torn, mended, stitches —

Reopened, wounds our glitches.

Remembering yet, we’re sky high humans so lost.

Can we find, the purpose of us charred, at what cost?

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What is it to have faith, to believe?

Words your lips intone I perceive? 

See we only through the looking —

Glass; are reflections picture books, 

Children read us, seeing clearer, we’re angry and —

Getting madder; if only sky cleared, clouds not sad .

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Our faces to the little ones, 

Need appear smiling, not loathsome.

Bring back laughter, joy, and pleasure.

Find every day peace, time treasured.

So their childhood vision is happiness and light.

Through our faces, read clear, inner peace, delight.

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If in each other we peer past, 

The anger each possess and fast, 

Find paths through shadows dark and grim, 

Maybe, then we search beyond sin.

See the rain drop on cool skin, sliding, patterns desire.

Eyes are opened wide; blast of furnace, passion fires.

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Our own mystery of life we guard, 

Though life throw many dangers hard.

We prevail, faith our purpose and —

Each other’s love; though time stand —

Not still for anyone of us on earth, who’s living, 

What made us now, taught us in childhood to forgive.

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Quotes for May


Just a small note: There maybe a slight Grey’s Anatomy Bias!

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Never Again 


In the distance, I can see her smiling on the beach on the pathway across the water to the Chateaux Blanc. Jolene’s beauty can only be found in a classic movie or a photograph. Men bother my niece, persistently, because she is gorgeous.

“You’re the most stunning woman, Jolene.” I told her.”Don’t you want a man to love and care for you? Don’t you want to grow old with someone and give Kasia a Dad?”

” I don’t need love Auntie; I had love. I had Scott and he married Katrina. He mailed me a picture yesterday of their second child, a sweet baby boy. I’m merely a friend to Scott now.”

” How can you stand to see Scott and Katrina together, when I know you’ve never stopped loving him?’ I ask Jolene.

“Because I have Kasia. Because I always have a piece of Scott in her.” Jolene showed me the latest picture of Kasia on her IPhone.

“Does Scott have any idea about Kasia, Jolene?” Jolene shakes her head at me.

“No Auntie. Scott is with Katrina. When he didn’t choose me, he didn’t choose Kasia either. He knew I was pregnant before we broke up and he gave me money to ‘take care’ of the baby as if she were some problem. Scott assumes I had Kasia aborted, we don’t talk about it. He’s never met Kasia so there is no way he could connect the dots.”

“So you’ll never tell him he has a daughter?” I ask Jolene sadly.

” No Auntie. I have a life with Kasia and perhaps, one day I’ll tell her about Scott but not now. He’ll never break my heart again and he won’t break my daughter’s heart by rejecting her. No man will hurt us.”

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Thanks to TJ Paris for the prompt picture and Priceless Joy for hosting.

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