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Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Sunday Writing.
Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie
Sea Angel, transparent wings transport,
With lights of butterscotch dawn.
Your pistils and stamen,
Tangy bright, a heated encounter of self;
A falsehood perverted.
Yet, your wispy grace flutters,
Luminescence lures with —
A cobra’s venom.
Such a strange angel,
No whispered warnings.
Your effervescent petals enchant–
In the dark.
Floral and fluorescent,
A perilous Lilly,
Not one of hope on a casket,
A Lily of spite and survival engrained.
For you are ancient —
As creations dawn and Eden’s loss.
In the depths you’ve continued,
The world changes but you know little of it.
Only of your pincer teeth,
Stings of sunflower razors.
Taking your prey into pitch.
Where you’re the only light,
The only flower.
As coldness numbs, their blood turns blue,
You steal a soul, angel of despair.
You’re the harbinger of evil;
Unrecognized or understood.
Beauty is your survival, your instinct;
And you’ve not the wit or care to know —
You’re a curse, you’re a witch,
You’re without light’s truthfulness.
You’re a ghost transculent;
Your poison, the end.
With vivacious glory,
Enthralling and cursed.
You lead astray,
Such lambs of the water,
To the depths of misery.
To the finality of nothingness.
Woe to you,
Pandemonium’s first stone.
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Thanks to Paul Scribbles of Poet’s Pub for hosting the #dVerse prompt on “the end.”
“The end is never the end. It’s always the the beginning of something.” ― Kate Lord Brown, The Perfume Garden
There once was a beginning, but for us, I think;
We never were, until we were, created in a blink.
Once upon a time there was the Word,
The Word was God; It was with Him to be heard.
All was darkness but the Word was the light
The Word was the cure, it was omniscient insight.
Every spark becomes darkness, but His fire brings dawn.
In the first beginning, his light lit uncountable sparks,
That eternal, all-knowing ‘start’ burning through the dark.
Where beginnings take place; journeys are revealed,
Where life is born, ideas form, the masked are unconcealed.
Beginings that inspire and conspire to grow and leap,
Sparks choosing to expire, or to burn on in the deep.
There is the ‘lighter’ of the spark and the ‘spark’ itself;
Knowledge too that sparks turned cinders, have eternal help.
Every spark become darkness, but His spark brings dawn.
Who knows of endings but that they’re already won,
The ‘Candle-snuffer’ futile fights, his end already come.
He decided his ending forever, when our spark was new,
He’s the one temptation slithered, damnation to all construed.
The eternal light is present, no cinders who ask will end up ash,
Faith is fuel that forever burns, so the term ‘end’ has passed.
Every spark becomes darkness, but His spark brings dawns.
©Mandibelle16 (2017) All Rights Reserved.
Happy March. Enjoy the quotes and I do apologize if there are doubles from last month. I try to delete those out of my pictures but forget sometimes 🙂
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Happy New Year 2017!!!!! Here are some quotes to start the new year off right. I look forward this year to exciting challenges to learn from, experiences to be present in, and new people I will have to pleasure to know and meet both out and about and in the blogging/writing world online.
Thank you to all of you who follow my blog and/or read my blog posts and writing. Thank you for your support and for your time! It’s much appreciated as are your likes, comments, and follows on WordPress, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, and Facebook!!!! You are amazing!!!! Hoping 2017 is everything fantastic you hope it will be!
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Today’s prompt song is “Air” by Rayvon Owen.
“Air” – Rayvon Owen
Holding onto air,
Nothing even their, it’s all–
Turning into air.
Can’t make something from nothing.
Can’t take back time, do-over.
It’s disappearing into —
Air so thin, can’t breath.
All we have is a shattered–
Empty past, hanging by a thread.
We were never whole,
The definition of good.
We were always flawed,
We never healed, didn’t —
Accept, when we saw the end.
Splinters of glass hurt,
When embedded in my skin,
Pieces of the past,
They’re a pain felt rawly,
A pain that doesn’t improve.
The clock ticking by,
You grasp for my form — I’m air,
You can keep trying.
You know your holding thin air,
Us, we’re gone, invisible.
Let the lights burn out,
We can’t raise what’s cold and dead.
The past remains gone,
Stop holding onto air, it —
Isn’t real; we’ve both dissolved.
Life’s not fair, I’m sure —
Later we’ll know we did right.
Now we gasp for air,
Let conversation cease, fade.
Nothing to say, it’s been said.
©Mandibelle16. (2016)All Rights Reserved.
Welcome to the monthly Fairy Tale writing prompt hosted by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. This month’s prompt is to write a fairytale about the following picture:
Daphne was tired of being stuck as a laurel tree. Thousands of years ago, she had begged her father, the river god Peneus, to save her from Apollo’s lust; he turned her into a special tree.
Long ago she had sworn to be a virgin forever. She had begged her father to allow her to remain a free nymph. To not have to marry and birth him grandchildren. He was a kind god and had allowed his beloved daughter to remain pure.
Daphne had always loved the woods and found serenity within the forrest. But after many years being stuck in it, the woods had become a cage to her. The laurel tree she was locked in was a prison and Daphne quietly loathed Eros who had sent Apollo after her in love, when Apollo had mocked Eros.
Eros had hit Apollo with an arrow of gold so he fell in love with Daphne. Like wise, Eros hit Daphne with an arrow of lead, so she would despise Apollo and be repelled by him. Nevertheless, Apollo visited Daphne to this day, swearing his love towards her millanias later. Her hate for Apollo had mellowed over time, although, she wouldn’t admit this to Apollo yet.
He came often to admire her beauty even as a tree. He used some of her thinner branches and leaves to weave himself a crown of laurels, to remind himself of his love for Daphne; that this love still grew within him daily. He would replace a worn out and dried crown with a fresh one each time he visited.
Though Apollo had many duties, he seemed to be appearing more often to see Daphne this last half-millennia. She drew her womanly figure out of her laurel tree to see him whenever he came. She had become more excited to see him over the last few hundred-years. Daphne looked forward to talking with him each visit.
A friendship had developed and the sworn virgin Daphne was feeling things she had never felt before. Had Eros changed his mind and hit her with a golden arrow after all this time? Or had it been so long, his arrow of led had faded and no longer effected her. If so why did Apollo’s arrow of gold not fade? Why did he still love her?
She had wondered this out loud today and Apollo laughed at her thoughts. His attractive face was timeless and beautiful.
“It’s love Daph. It doesn’t fade if it’s real. If it’s true love it’s always there. At times I’ve been frustrated with you, about our situation and you being stuck in a laurel tree. It frustrates me you wanting to remain chaste. But even when I find I’m angry at you, the next time I see you we talk and my anger disappears. It doesn’t matter if you’re stuck in a tree, I love you anyways.”
Daphne smiled through the tree.”Look at you declaring your love to me through thousands of years unchanging. Though you yourself haven’t been chaste at all. It surprises me with all you have to do, that you come and see me without fail, these days often.”
“Well, I think you’re returning my feelings finally; you’ve mellowed and I see you blush when I visit.”
“Trees don’t blush Apollo.”
“Ah Daphne, you do indeed blush. I always take good care of you, so I know you well. I’ve played you many songs on my lute and I ensure the sunlight hits you just right. I keep the plague and disease from you, though it effect the humans and other parts of nature. I heal you if such disease affects you. But what I can’t do is change your form and release you from the laurel tree, if you still detest me.” Apollo sad this last line sadly.
“You’ve tried?” Daphne asked. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to, even a few hundred-years-ago. But I grow weary of this form and it’s obstacles. I grow weary of a forrest I cannot move around and maintain. I wish to be a nymph again.”
“Yes, dearest I know. I want that too.”
“Would you force me?” Daphne asked Apollo. “Take me into your bed right away, no gentleness? Would you impregnate me right away?”
Apollo shook his head. “Daph, after all these millenias you know me better than that. I’m not the lust-filled boy-god who would’ve had you without a second thought. I’ve spent thousands of years trying to get you to like me, to see beyond my faults, such as my lust. It’s not merely lust I feel for you. I love you, the real you. The nymph I’ve gotten to know so well. That’s why I have your crown upon my head. Why I play you beautiful music and take special care of you. I’d take special care with you in my bed as well,” Apollo added with a sly grin.
“I know, but I’m afraid, Apollo. I’ve been a laurel tree so long. And before that I wanted to be on my own, no man or god to tie me down. You’ve grown on me, inch by inch, each passing year. The lead arrow in me is gone. I’m not immune to you anymore. I feel strongly for you, something I’ve never felt before. I think it’s love, is it? You would know you’re the god of truth?”
Apollo trailed his hand down Daphne’s body in the tree.”You feel it, I know. Yes, I do see the truth, in your eyes, in your relaxed form. At last you love me too. You never even came out of the tree in your female form for many years. Perhaps now I can you heal you?”
“Yes, I think so. Our love is powerful beyond the mistakes of the past.” Apollo held his hand to Daphne’s cheek and she felt a warmth surge throughout her entire body, tree and nymph.
“Apollo, I feel your powers. My tree limbs, my leaves, they’re melting away.”
He said nothing, to busy concentrating on healing Daphne. She closed her eyes enjoying his hand on her cheek and the warmth suffusing her body. Daphne fell into a deep sleep and when she awoke again she was a nymph.
She looked at her hands, her face in the river. Her beauty had returned and her father would be proud, for he would have grandchildren soon. She looked around her for Apollo and found the god fast asleep. Healing her into her natural form had drained him greatly of his powers. She snuggled against him laying down beneath his arm, and they both slept.
When they awoke, three-hundred-years had passed. Apollo had had to regenerate his powers so he sealed himself and Daphne together, hidden from human and god eyes alike, so he could sleep and be with Daphne in the future.
He felt her shaking him awake. “Apollo, get up. You need to wake up, we’ve slept many centuries. You’re needed to do use your skills and gifts.”
Apollo lazily opened his eyes and grasped Daphne pulling her down for a deep kiss. It was the first between them and one of only many. They were a devoted couple from then on in, for as long as gods and humans existed.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.
Thank you to MindLovesMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s double prompt:
Black and white can change,
Become the most flaming bright of —
Colours; yet we’re like —
Dorothy on her Kansas —
Farm, not realizing life is grey.
Never seeing technicolor.
If mountains are but smoke,
No one who said those words knew,
How burning orange and —
Yellow looks when your skin is —
Seared; the mountain spit lava clear.
Blew her top, melted downwards.
On to the town who,
Had little idea but should —
Have known this day,
No technology clued.
Their mountain could release Hell,
Sulphurous smelling, burnt Hell.
Leaking down to the town folk,
No chance had they when,
Ashes fell like snow.
The worst kind of snow signals,
The ire of the mountain’s breath.
In stores, on boardwalks,
Going about their day the same.
When she erupted,
No one cared at first.
But the ash and gases came,
Killing to begin, before —
Lava reached familiar,
Buildings, the library.
Homes, grocery stores, work.
Yet the sky was filled,
She billowed out her smoke rings,
And she was just beginning.
Threy should’ve known to —
Leave earlier but no one,
To late to lay blame.
Run far and fast, lava spews.
Keep going magma flows, kills.
No Dante’s Peak is —
This; only mother nature’s,
Roaring and giving,
Life as she takes it.
Many die unaware, don’t see,
Never knew today would be —
The end: waiting done,
Here comes the promised one near.
Yet some survived it.
Never took lightly,
Those words: A Mountain is noth –
ing but smoke — they lived through it.
Those who rebuilt knew,
As the lava and fire burnt their —
Homes, loved ones to crisps.
Beware the mountain;
Geologists trained don’t know,
When she’ll yield furious wrath.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reseved
Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt friend.
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.
Please see Shadow Poetry for further information.
Feeling as if I didn’t want to be alone, so I went and talked to you in the back of the old store.
Remembering all the fantastic times we shared together, that you never let me down; memories layered upon memories, even in the tough times.
I‘m worried because you’re sick now, and the fight against some diseases is an awful fight; you’re one of the strongest women I know and I pray for you each night.
Empathy, is the best word that describes how I feel for you; you are a champion and you fight for your family, your health, you fight to win.
Nothing would take my friendship away; years of ‘us’ have been built and are iron tough; time will go on and though we’re apart we connect as always.
Death won’t even be the end because you’ll be with me in heaven too; but not until we’re both old and grey, for now keep pushing ahead with my love, the love of all who love you, behind you.
Savouring the moments we share, laughing, drinking wine, and thinking back on all that has been and all that will be; seeing a bright future ahead for you; don’t ever think this is the end.
©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.