#NaPoWriMo Day 23/ 100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Free Verse – “Nightly Rebirth” #amwriting #poetry #100WordWednesday


For NaPoWriMo Day 23 the prompt is: Today, is to “write a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud.”

I’m combining with #100WordWednesday Week 68 by Bikurgurl.


Credit: Bikurgurl


The lights flick on tonight,

They echo amidst the streets.

Cars trailing exhaust as rubber grinds,

Zooming off into the night,

Stars blaring, their peacefulness overpowered by —

Flashing lights and strong voices.

Mixed together, some a cacophony,

Some a flowing symphony.

Girls laughing in the bathroom,

Slicking on gloss, smacking their lips.

Men’s voices rumble, lined up at the bar,

Gruff with meaningless discussion,

Jokes interspersed with loud laughter.

Glasses clink and drinks rush,

Pouring cranberry juice and vodka,

A whizz of ginger ale popping;

Scotch on the rocks knocking,

The suck of lemons from tequila shots.

Hoots, cheers, and whistles,

The whoosh of the puck in the net,

A slap-shot slams, a snapshot of time clicks.

Others banter, search for twilight patios,

Voices a “Mmmm,” as steak’s devoured.

Trendy appetizers, the crack of lobster shells.

Drinks raised ‘Slante,’ and with the beat,

The thump of the music a steady rhythm,

A driven rap-beat, a sonorous divas addition,

Soft-heated lyrics, a hopeful passage;

A shiver and, “Ah,” as favorite songs roll on.

The DJ keeps playing,

Sweat-slicked bodies brush past each other,

Hands sweep past bodies, and nobody cares,

In the sultry muggy air inside,

Or the warm sweet-air outside, night’s sigh.

No one can hear,

But the glimmer of voices are never hushed;

On the streets lit up,

Lights reviving a city, a nightly rebirth.


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved.

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Nights Like These


‘ It’s Friday.’ I think. ‘ I should be doing something.’ Maybe, I’m just past this phase of having to go out Friday night or maybe I just don’t care. But it wouldn’t be quite true to tell you that.

After getting use to habitually having little energy around 24-years-old I soon became familiar with the stay-at-home-Friday-night and usually I’m not a fan of it even if half my friends are starting families.

There is an energy and quality of let-loose and be-free about Friday night’s I miss terribly. I miss the drinking, the random philosophical conversation’s at 3:00 am, and the laughter and conversation that encompass a good time. Most importantly, it’s a feeling of belonging. I am without a — you-belong-here-with-us — on Friday nights. I still get the odd Friday out but I’m much more likely to be be worn out on a Friday then I am on a Saturday or Sunday night so I look forward to those. But other times I’m kind of grateful just to kick back on Friday and watch a movie or TV, read a novel on my IPad, or just surf the fashion blogs and Pinterest.

Hey, I’d be out there in the Friday night trenches if I could, I think. But realistically you have to have had a busy and productive week to look forward to those Friday nights, to make them seem special. Instead I was out last night at Olive Garden with my boyfriend and then over at his place until late and unless I’m exhausted from what I’ve done in the day or the day before I can choose any night to be my Friday night. It’s almost as if Friday night has lost its uniqueness for me. I’m not bragging because I would actually rather have the ability to work in the week and provide a living for myself. Some people wouldn’t but that’s my simple dream. That and to have my Friday night’s back.

I don’t miss the hangovers, I don’t miss creepy people at the bar, I don’t miss convincing my drunk friends they need to take a taxi home, I don’t miss the awful food one eats at 2:00 am when only battered chicken fingers or anything dripping in sauce or grease will do, but there were some great memories, some great people, and some funny episodes. A big part of me hopes they’ll be more times like these in the future (minus the greasy food and bar related shennanigans) because as much fun as it is to come up with and write your own story, it is an equally or even better adventure to live your own stories.

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