Three Line Tales: Poem – Cinquin – “The Dim Below” #amwriting #poetry #3LineTales


Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

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Danger

The water’s cold, 

Something down there swims;

We’re not sure what it is; sharp teeth —

Razors

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Beware, 

Don’t step into —

Murky dim deep water, 

You won’t be returning home, 

It bites. 

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Below, 

Far down it moves, 

Stay out of the lake; your —

Light isn’t meant to turn dark; stay —

Alive. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Musette (2,4,2) – ” Movement and Rhythm” #poem #amwriting #musette #wordhighjuly 



Today’s Musette, will have a proper Musette Rhyme Scheme. I forgot with the last one. The rhyme scheme is aba, cdc, efe, 

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Rhythm, 

Beat in our steps, 

Driven.

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Moving, 

Here than there, soft —

Soothing.

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Keeping, 

Up requires, 

Teasing.

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Such beats, 

Cause turns, whirls, tough —

Retreats.

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Time makes, 

The beat, the noise

Move, break.

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Solid,

Sound collides, and dives.

Calling.

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Dancer, 

Step, dip, move and, 

Take chance.

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Laughter, 

Steps on toes with —

Sore calves.

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Twirling, 

Movement bracing,

Swirling.

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Your heart, 

Keeps time with mine, 

It starts —

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Each time, 

You take my hand, 

And grind.

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Giggle, 

Hips and feet glide,

Wiggle.

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Long through, 

The night we dance, 

Both prove, 

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Delight, 

Moon glows, shimmies.

Invites.

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Night fades,

Brilliant sunrise,

Fun made.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All a Rights Reserved.

Poem: Ottava Rima – ” New Year, New Journey Awaits.”


Prompt: Tomorrow you get to become anyone in the world that you wish. Who are you? You can choose to be anyone alive today, or someone gone long ago. If you decide to stay “you” share your rationale.

A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme:

one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff

three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii

See Shadow Poetry here for more information. 

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They’re many reasons to sweep the New Year past, 

To decide it isn’t worth it to think about,

Everything that has come to you at last, 

To let the dark sky blacken your soul and shout,

Why in the world am I on this road, blast.

Because you walk how you do, taking the route,

The one that isn’t easy, one with many paths, 

And when you choose a trail your soul lifts, laughs. 

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A wondering spirit takes great faith and grace, 

You bring with you light for dark places and smile, 

A New Year means new beginnings, places,

Where you can explore and achieve for awhile,

Try out your new shoes, go down and up rock faces, 

You can climb and ascend the journey without guile, 

For you are a child of a new age you fly,

Nothing will stop you gliding on wind, you sigh.

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Remember Doctor Seuss who wrote ” Oh the Places —

You’ll go.” And that no one but you is you’r —

Then you. Be yourself as you wander, graces, 

You’ve been blessed with remember, don’t ignore,

Life, the greatest trip, you’re off to the races, 

No one’s keeping score, don’t compare, make no war.

Life is a dream a peculiarer dance step. 

Without adventure nothing gained so dance yet. 

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Poetry: Dancing Into Light


I do not jest when I request, please don’t break my heart again.
And we move on in the steps of the dance, the game of life we play,
Begun again and shifted, sorted, sifted from the steps we danced before we fought — before summer hit us as bricks that fall from tall buildings up high.
Oh, what a surprise it is to step these new techniques and follow the footprints that many will trod.
But fear is a feeling hard to misplace, did I make the correct decision, revision, conditions to change — the course that lies before us and fine tune the game.

If I am a part of you, then you are a part of me; we are no longer apart from each other.
That was a twist to think that we could be after all this fighting, flight, forging for truth.
If you could just talk to me then I think we would see eye to eye, I think you’d see my soul if you looked hard enough.
It wants to understand you, to find the path that we must wander together.
It has a need to comprehend what little dips we must take to continue the dance; how many times can we trip without being told to get off the dance floor and walk away.
I mind that communication is difficult because dancers must keep in count 1,2,3,4 and 1,2,3,4 just to match their feet.
Keep your steps aligned with mine, tell me what’s on your mind so that we can continue to spin and flip and practice the moves the most faithful make.
Faithfulness occurs in action not by not only cheating but by staying attuned both you and I to each other and this music we call our lives.

So you are away and I needed to think but it wasn’t long before I took you back.
Decided to stop breaking pace to shimmy and shake as we take our place and step in time to the method, the song.
I always thought you were the one to slide with me as fireworks explode rushing up and smashing light into the sky, raining diamonds on the floor.
And moving this pace isn’t always easy, if I step on your feet, and you step on mine, were bound to become angry to react and retry to gain a connection, a tempo, a beat — to make the rhythm that is required of us.
We must bend and be flexible, be patient, be sincere, and take the steps as they come and move to the magic that occurs so little in life.
A thousand moments sunset bright to make it through to darkness into light.