#November Notes Day 15/100 Word Wednesday: Poem – Quadrille – “Headlights” #100WordWednesday #poetry #dVerse


For November Notes Day 15 the prompt song is “Headlights” by Dave Barnes. I’m combining the prompt with Bikurgurl’s Week 48 #100WordWednesday Photo Prompt. Also combining with Lillian from #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille Prompt including the word visit in some form.

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Credit: Trevor Cole via Unsplash

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“Headlights” by Dave Barnes

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White orb in the sky,

I’m alive,

As it rises between,

Cascading pines.

Oaks, sheltering our time.

Taffy leaves —

Autumn’s promise.

Each moment,

You fill my aching thoughts.

As we waited,

Excitement unknown.

Magnolia kisses,

Doors swinging wide.

I still remember,

Headlights flashing;

Love growing,

Each visit;

Not knowing,

Forevers context.

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Interview with Sascha Darlington Writer Extrodinair and Poet #interview #nonfiction


Welcome to another writer/blogger interview. Today I’m interviewing the wonderful poet, blogger, and writer Sascha Darlington. Here blog is called: Sascha Darlington Microcosm Explored. 


 

Sascha Darlington Image 1
Credit: Sascha Darlington

1. Hi Sascha, Please Tell Us About Yourself? What Are Your Writing and Blogging Goals? 

I’m Sascha Darlington and Scout of Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored. (Lately, I’ve
been wanting to write “Exposed,” is that Freudian or what?). I live near Washington, DC in the U.S.

My writing goals feel as if they are ever-changing. First, my blog started out to be a book
blog and maybe a bit of a photo journal. Then, I started doing daily prompts and found
myself participating in flash fiction and microfiction groups, writing the very form that I
had been playing with in online workshops for a few years. However,  I’d stopped after
getting more rejection than acceptance letters.

Rekindling my passion for writing via my blog was a tremendous accomplishment for me. I now try to write every day. I’ve also attempted to write poetry again. As for my goals, my next one is to write a book and try to get it published. I’ve written books for
NaNoWriMo, but have never tried to get one published.

The group of people following my blog have been truly encouraging and inspiring. I
wouldn’t be talking about any of this without them.


2. Where Are You From Sascha? Tell us about it. 

The first thing I’ll share with you about where I live is spiritual, but not of the pleasant
kind. Washington D.C. and its suburbs are politics 24/7. I find that I’m almost jealous of
other places in the U.S. where there’s another focus.

Physically the area is pretty great. Within a couple of hours east or west you have the
ocean or the mountains so there is always nature. I love the green spaces, although they
seem to be dwindling. Closer by there are a number of parks that are dog-friendly, which
Scout appreciates. There is also lots to do in the form of museums, galleries, dining,
shopping, or gambling with the new MGM Hotel at National Harbor.


“Rekindling my passion for writing via my blog was a tremendous accomplishment for me. I now try to write every day. I’ve also attempted to write poetry again. As for my goals, my next one is to write a book and try to get it published.” – Sascha Darlington


Glen Carstens Peters Unsplash
Credit: Glen Carstens-Peters Via Unsplash

3. When Did You Begin Writing and Blogging? What Does It Mean to You? 

As I mentioned, the writing occurred before the blogging. I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. My dad used to read my writing (when I was about nine or so) and tell me that I probably shouldn’t have every piece of dialogue tag –  ‘a she did’ or ‘he did’ this or that. (Funny the things that stick in your memory!)

I can’t say enough about my blogging experience. Initially, I treated it with some
trepidation because you’re putting yourself out there and never know how the
reception will be.

But I’ve found the WordPress community to be welcoming and encouraging. There are a lot of writers on this planet who read and encourage and you do the same for them. It’s a giving community. And there is so much talent and you find yourself in equal amounts awed and open to learning as well as feeling inspired.


4. Where Do You Find Your Inspiration and Motivation to Continue Writing and Blogging? Why is it Significant to You?

For me, as a writer, I need to continuously explore through words. I love words. I love
looking at synonyms and feeling words and trying to place them just so in order to create
a rhythm or sound. I think that once that’s inside of you, that’s your inspiration or
motivation.

You want to see what else you can do. You want to dig deep inside to create
stories or poems. You want to see if your work can mean something to someone else.
Also, if I’m writing one of my serials, I love to involve my readers. I like to know
whether they are laughing or what their reaction is. So my readers and their feedback are a huge part of why I continue blogging.


“For me, as a writer, I need to continuously explore through words. I love words. I love looking at synonyms and feeling words and trying to place them just so in order to create a rhythm or sound. I think that once that’s inside of you, that’s your inspiration or motivation.” – Sascha Darlington


5. Do You Have Particular Writing/Blogging Habits? When Do You Write? Do You Have Any Current Writing Projects on Your Blog or Otherwise? 

I mainly write in the evening or when I can eek out time here or there. There are
several Photo Prompts that I try to always participate in, Friday Fictioneers, for instance.
It’s a lot of fun to see how many different writing pieces come out of a single prompt!

Right participated in OctPoWriMo, writing a poem for each day of October. It actually became ‘catching up’,’ writing a poem every day. I am also preparing a subject for next month’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) which I’ve participated in for
years.


6. Have You Published Any Writing or Do You Plan to Publish in the Future? What Is Your Writing Process Like?

I’ve had some short fiction published in print journals and online, but not in recent years
because I stopped trying.

As for my writing process, it’s different than it used to be. I used to write and write. Now, I write and stop if I hit a roadblock and get up do something mundane like washing dishes while brainstorming. Then, I go back and finish what I was writing. It sounds like it’s not that creative, but I’ve found that I don’t beat myself up if I brainstorm away from the keyboard. It’s amazing the amount of frustration that builds up watching the blinking cursor.


“I used to write and write. Now, I write and stop if I hit a roadblock and get up do something mundane like washing dishes while brainstorming. Then, I go back and finish what I was writing. It sounds like it’s not that creative, but I’ve found that I don’t beat myself up if I brainstorm away from the keyboard.” – Sascha Darlington


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Credit: Cathryn Lavery via Unsplash

7. Do You Have a Process for Publishing Your Work? Do You Prefer Certain Writing or Reading Genres? 

I sent out masses of simultaneous submissions. And, I will be the first to admit that a lot
of it went out before its time. I wouldn’t make those mistakes again. But I do read a wide variety of genres and have tried to write in quite a few of them.

The first book I have in mind to write will be a romantic comedy, but after that, I’d like to try a paranormal book, a romantic suspense, and a young adult book. Although I’m intimidated by mysteries. I think you have to do some intricate plotting to make them work, but who knows. Never say never.


8. Do You Have Any Helpful Advice for New Writers or Bloggers? Do You Have Any Top Favorite Blogs You Follow? 

Make your blog your own. Do what you want to do as long as you find it interesting. I
think for most blogs you will find an audience of like-minded people who will be
interested too. As long as you’re doing what you want, you’ll continue and make your blog and whatever kind of writing you do thrive.

I have a lot of favorite blogs that I like to follow either for the recipes, the humor, the
photography, the writing, the daily observations, the music—it’s really hard to think of just three!


“Make your blog your own. Do what you want to do as long as you find it interesting. I think for most blogs you will find an audience of like-minded people who will be interested too. As long as you’re doing what you want, you’ll continue and make your blog and whatever kind of writing you do thrive.” – Sascha Darlington


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Credit: Sascha Darlington – Sascha’s Dog

9. Can You Please Share With Us A Few Links from Your Blog?

This is my most popular piece:

Spell For True Love

By

Sascha Darlington

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Sascha Darlington Janet Webb Friday Fictioneers Spell For True Love
Credit: Janet Web – Friday Fictioneers

 

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June flashed by on the sparkles of fireflies as he promised to do.

To make him stay, I conjured a potion like warm snow in a magic globe, my clear cauldron a whimsy of adoration. Murmured recitations over a bejeweled candle welcomed true love.

Saturday’s fuchsia dawn portended success.

Our meeting at noon comprised laughter. I’d never felt so happy as I fell in love, the soft breeze a pashmina caress.

Then Bella, my cousin, appeared, soft-spoken, quietly beautiful in gauzy white that floated around her, cloudlike. An angel.

His eyes met hers.

And never strayed.

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End 7/12/2017  (97 words)


Some More of Sascha’s Pieces:

  • Memwa’s Law  by Sascha Darlington, one of her most popular pieces.
  • They Call Me ‘Mouse’ by Sascha Darlington — The First Story in Sascha’s Mouse Serial and one of her favorite protagonists.
  • Waiting by Sascha Darlington – A Recent Piece from Friday Fictioneer Flash Fiction Prompts
  • It’s Tough Being A Squirrel  – A fun piece on Sascha’s reoccurring Squirrel friend.

Thanks to Sascha for being a great interviewee. Her blog homepage again is Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored.  See you next time and if you would like to be interviewed you can reach me via my Contact Page.


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Day 1 – NaPoWriMo/A to Z Challenge: Poem – Kay Ryan – “The Big Bad Wolf” #amwriting #napowrimo #poetry #quotes #AtoZchallenge #2017




Today’s National Poetry Writing Challenge is to write a poem in the style of a famous American poet named Kay Ryan. She writes poetry with “short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion,” and today’s prompt is to write a poem like her. See an example of her poetry in the above link.

Also here is my A to Z Challenge at the very last minute yes, I know. A book quote that matches the poem everyday according to the author’s name alphabetically. 

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Credit: http://www.pinterest.com


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You are the stories and incidents that you never tell to anyone. You are the thoughts that you get while standing under the shower. You are those memories that won’t lets you sleep at night peacefully. You are those words that you will never say while speaking with someone. You are those scars that you always hide from everyone. You are those little secrets that you will never let the world know. You are everything that you hide under the identity that you call the real you.”― Akshay Vasu

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The crux of,

The problems,

The issues,

Tearful tissues;

The wishes,

Dead fishes,

Expecting to —

Much; life is —

A state of flux,

Waiting to,

Push you,

Into the great,

Unknown; where we’re

Gliding no longer.

Hiding behind,

Pictures of,

Parrots so,

Bright we,

Blend in.

Obscurity,

Fashions a —

Camaflouge.

No passion,

Distracted by,

Parrots squawking.

Beyond that,

We’re talking.

They are dead;

Birds who were,

Mimicking,

What we’re trying,

To forget.

Such as wolves,

Who are hidden,

Beneath a sheep’s

Grating wool;

Knowing first,

The value of,

Wool and —

The silence,

Of peace,

Seeping into,

Weakened bones;

Where we don’t

Have to be sheep,

Are tranquil as

The big bad,

Wolf puffing.

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Tale Weavers: Poem – The Blitz – “The Maiden and The Dragon” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt about a quest, such as the ones JRR Tolkien writes about in his famous books. 

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

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Dragons are here, I know it

Dragons beware, my sword is sharp

Sharp as the knives hid on my body

Sharp as the tongue of my wife

Wife said, “Do not go” 

Wife begged, yet I went 

Went through the haunted forest dark 

Went through the storms, muck, and mire

Mire as quicksand, sucked in my body

Mire that almost swallowed my life

Life burnt a flaming hole so wide

Life’s flame would not flicker out

Out of the muck and mire pulled

Out of certain death to rescue a princess

Locked in a tower for my Lord, my King 

Locked in a tower and languishing

Languished she did for centuries

Languished as a spell had been cast

Cast, so she would always sleep

Cast, because evil always hates

Hates beauty and goodness

Hates who this princess is said to be 

Be afraid though, I warn you, friend 

Be vigilant in your task to save 

Saving the princess isn’t the challenge

Saving her, I wondered, where is the dragon? 

Dragon she rose from the depths of beauty 

Dragon was the the princess herself 

Herself screaming, “I am the dragon”

Herself shouting, “I will eat you whole” 

Wholly she transformed in that fiery beast

Wholly she was a scaled, sulphereous demon

Demon who cried, “I am no damsal in distress”

Demon who seethed, “I protect me” 

Me, I gazed upon the languishing beauty 

Me, my eyes met the dragons yellow-eyed stare

Stared into my soul, saw I was a ruin 

Stared into my heart, saw I was wretched

Wretched cursed princess, the dragon? 

Wretched as the princess waiting 

Waiting and no one came so she grew tired

Waiting as she wrecks her vengeance 

Vengeance because no hero is true 

Vengeance, she can depend only on herself, no heroes 

Hereo, the archetypal kind who abuse poor maidens

Heroe, is there such a man who ever existed? 

Existed a hero she once did love 

Existed her hero but he never came — she remains cursed 

Cursed though she be, I could not destroy the beast

Cursed, she knows not why she is punished, cursed. 

Beast but still a girl, so I left, ashamed I could not save her. 

Cursed, she lingers on my mind, the maiden, the dragon as one

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Tale Weavers: Poem – Synchronicity – “Safe” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt which is: a story through the eyes of a child. 

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Credit: UnSplash

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Mommy you let go my hand, I’m quick–

Mere seconds pass, I’m laughing freely, 

I run. 

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Mommy, I’m giggling what it is —

Feeling free, everyone looks at me, 

Smiling.

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Down the aisles of Superstore, 

You’ve lost me, can you find me now? 

I’m fast.

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Boxes, packages to pull down, 

Grinning, happy, into candy, 

Sitting —

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Waiting for me on the shelf are —

My favourite chocolate and gummies;

Mommy? 

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Where’d you go? I think I’m lost, 

I’m scrunching my face, tears begin, 

Where’d you —

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Go? Mommy; don’t leave me here now, 

Some lady grabbed my hand and —

It hurts.

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She won’t let go, dragging me off, 

Stranger danger; no one helps me,

Let Go! 

*****

It’s okay now, Mommy is here

Holding you close, grabbing your hand;

She runs.

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Scared I’ll turn her in and I should, 

Who tries to kidnap a child in —

Daylight? —

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 At all? Cannot trust, stay near me, 

Now you know why and you’re safe, 

From harm.

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Mommy will never let you go, 

Her precious boy, her sweet sunshine, 

Is hers.

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Tale Weavers: #Fiction – Teegan’s Potion Part 1: Tallia, Her Magic Shop, and The Stranger


Thanks to  MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weaver prompt:

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

 

Tallia heard the chime as the door to her small magic shop opened. She was usually alerted to a customer’s presence ahead of time. She could feel them before they chose to come inside her store and browse. She could especially feel them when they came to her shop with a purpose.

She brushed back her hair, dyed a light purple-hue of grey as was fashionable. Although, she wasn’t much older than her mid-twenties, her business did well. There was always a a demand for certain products she sold. Her Aunt Willow had run this shop for years before her untimely death.

Tallia had kept the name of the shop: Fairy Dust. She had, however, remodeled the shop Aunt Willow had left her to run. She made the shop modern and inviting, but retained its sense of the mystical. She loved her Aunt, but she also loved that the shop was no longer a hole in the wall.


 

Tallia’s store at first glance, catered to those who were browsing for small treasures or jewelry. Knickknack items which were more magic themed souvenirs or memorabilia, than actual magic.

But hidden among the knickknacks were items which could be powerful if used correctly. The items in the restricted section in the back of the store were more powerful than the ones placed out in the open.

The magical items placed here and there upfront were for decor purposes and to let certain customers know what kind of shop Fairy Dust truly was. Only her regulars were allowed in the back with permission.They knew exactly what they were searching for and how dangerous certain magical ingredients and objects could be.


 

A man called out to Tallia in the shop after she let him browse around for ten-minutes; she waited to see what the man wanted. The fact she had not felt him coming alarmed her.

“Hello is anyone there?” the man asked.

Tallie smiled at the man. He had bright green eyes and dark hair. He was quite attractive, she thought. Then a shadow was caste over her mind. The man appeared harmless enough, but she knew there was some kind of darkness in him.

She held onto the cross hanging from her throat for a moment. It was a protective piece of jewelry and it also confirmed her feelings there was something odd about this man being here. The darkness followed him around and it unnerved Tallia who was starting to experience a headache.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve had such a busy morning and I need to take a lunch break and go pick up some food. Is there anyway you could come back after lunch?” Tallia attempted to look as if she was faint from hunger.

The man sighed.”I really need your help. It’s not something that can wait.”

“I’m so sorry,” Tallia replied, coming out from behind her cash register.” I need to leave. I can’t wait for food. My blood sugar is too low,” she lied.

The man appeared exasperated. “Alright, I’ll be back in an hour and a half. He handed Tallia his business card. “You will be back right?”

“Of course, Teegan,” she said peering at his business card, “One needs to make a living, don’t they?”

Teegan Foster smiled at this and left out the front door. Tallia could feel the shadow lessening quickly as he walked away from her shop. She decided she would indeed close the store for today.

She hoped this might encourage him to visit another magic shop in the city, where they were more experienced dealing with darker magic. She didn’t want to deal with whatever Teegan Foster’s problem was, unless she had no other choice.

Tallia wrote a quick sign saying she had become ill and would be closed for the rest of the day. She wrote the number of another magic shop on the sign which was close by, for an customers needing emergency supplies. She tapped the sign on the shop’s front door.


 

The following day Tallia returned to work refreshed. Some of her regulars had come to the store this morning. She chatted with them as she helped them find correct items for spells and potions.

She swapped stories with them and they laughed at the happenings in each other’s lives. Many of them had known Tallia since she was as a small girl at the shop; her Aunt had raised her.

Sometime later, Tallia’s head started to throb. She clutched the cross around her neck, feeling the dark shadow around a certain someone drawing closer.

Her regulars had left long ago. She was all alone as she sat down on a stool behind the counter. A green-eyed and sharply dressed Teegan Foster came in the door and stopped abruptly in front of Tallia had the cash register. She instantly felt his darkness clouding her mind and making her dizzy.

“Are you feeling better?” Teegan asked her.

Tallia nodded.”I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” she murmured.

Teegan frowned, “I’m sorry, you don’t look well. That’s my fault, here.” She saw him whisper something and the shadow faded and her pain lessened.

“What, what can I help you with Mr. Foster?” Tallia asked, her voice unsteady.

“It’s just Teegan, Tallia. I need a particular potion. Your Aunt Willow was the only one who could make it for me, and her mother before her. I’m positive you know how to make the potion too. She must have mentioned me at sometime; I’m a long time customer.”

“You don’t look so old?”

“I’m older than I appear, much older. But you might not understand such magic yet.”

He came closer to her and stroked her cheek gently.”It’s okay Tallia. The potion I get here, it takes the darkness away for a long time. The pain you feel, the potion will ensure it doesn’t come from me again ever.”

Tallia nodded mutely. When Teegan, touched her, she felt a jolt which was beyond magic. She was attracted to him, more than she would like to admit. But she didn’t trust him.

Instead of looking at Teegan, she stepped away and brought out her Aunt’s old tome from a small room behind the front counter. It was a volume full of customers, spells, and potions from the past two centuries.

Tallia eventually found a page for Teegan, explaining everything she had to do to make his potion. It wasn’t a difficult potion to make and the ingredients seemed normal, she noticed with surprise.

She wondered why Teegan needed it so badly. She also saw the writing of the spell was neither her Aunt’s or her Great-Aunt’s writing. It was a script she had never noticed in this tome before. A woman with skilled and flowing handwriting had first written down this potions recipe.


 

“It will be an hour or so,” Tallia told Teegan. ” I’m sorry, you’ll be waiting so long. You could’ve called the store and I would’ve made it early this morning.”

“Um, I think you would’ve refused me. You would’ve went home again. Am I right Tallia?”

She flushed. “I wasn’t well, Teegan. Honestly.”

“Sure you weren’t,” he said. His smile was dazzling and he had dimples.

“I’ll wait here for the potion. You’ve a comfortable waiting area in the front there. I can sit and read the news on my phone.”

Tallia peered at her modern but cozy waiting are in front of the store’s large window,” Suite yourself, do you want something to drink?”

“A coffee please, with some milk,” Teegan said.

“One moment,” Tallia replied, feeling uneasy about him.

Although he seemed nice, she wondered what happened if Teegan didn’t receive his potion. What could be worse than the shadow surrounding him? She also wondered how old he really was?  Was this potion what kept him from aging? She shook her head at the thought. It wasn’t possible, was it?

Magic often surprised Tallia but not trusting Teegan, she put a bit of sleeping drought and blended it with his milk and coffee. She might require more time than an hour to make this potion.

She wanted to call another magic shop she knew had been around for far longer than she wanted to know. Her Aunt’s store had been relatively a new magic shop, despite it being in the family for generations.

Tallia felt the owner of the ancient store The Black Coven, a man a much older than herself named Jude, might have records what this potion her Aunt made for Teegan actually did. Surely, someone else of his kind had used it as well.

She served Teegan his coffee and he caught her blue-eyes and held them. She felt herself flush. He drank about half the coffee and set in down. He smiled at Tallia, thanking her and meeting her eyes again.

She went to the back of the store to start gathering ingredients. When Tallia came back out front fifteen-minutes later, Teegan was fast asleep. She sighed, trying to calm the hammering of her chest. She felt a bit guilty. Ignoring her guilt, she went to call Jude, hoping he would enlighten her on Teegan’s mysterious potion.


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#OctPoWriMo – Day 16 – English Sonnet – “Love Your Wife and Her Cooking” #amwriting #poetry


Day 16 Prompt: Savoury 

According to Merriam-Webster dictionary, savory is defined as: a : piquantly pleasant to the mind <a savory triumph>b : morally exemplary c : pleasing to the sense of taste especially by reason of effective seasoning d : pungently flavorful without sweetness.” 

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http://www.williams-sonoma.com

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You say it’s delicious, you haven’t tasted, 

Anything as savoury as this food. 

 Your words need changing, not to be wasted, 

On food of women, snuck in your bedroom. 

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I’ll help you understand, I’m not one to be —

Crossed; when you don’t come home I wonder where, 

Who you’ve been with? I cook dinner fancy, 

Your favorite foods, savoury taste, you swear.

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But this night has been waiting; I’m scared, 

Tired, always being second, to some whore. 

Eat food and choke; poisoned you’re most aware, 

Should’ve been home; other men me adored. 

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Were you ashamed of your own wife you wed?

You cared not for me; fortunes mine –you’re dead. 

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Poem: NaPoWriMo 2016 – Lune – ” Leaving ” 


  

Prompt:

Today, I challenge you to write a lune. This is a sort of English-language haiku. While the haiku is a three-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, the lune is a three-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable count. There’s also a variant based on word-count, instead of syllable count, where the poem still has three lines, but the first line has five words, the second line has three words, and the third line has five words again. Either kind will do, and you can write a one-lune poem, or write a poem consisting of multiple stanzas of lunes. Happy writing!

Please visit www.napowrimo.net for more information.

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http://www.buddhabarbie.com

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Peering your way advertent obscure, 

Days have passed,

Shards of glass inside me.

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Why is sorrow so meaningless.

Make it better,

Hear me out; you refuse.

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Coupledome requires us both to,

Tell the truth,

Communication is key; so listen.

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Capricious games are not me,

I’m not playing,

Whatever joke you’re about today.

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Be serious, moments are fading,

I’m still waiting,

How many nights spent crying? 

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Brokenness, requires feeling I think,

To care enough,

Feeling gutted and raw inside.

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Thought we were supposed to,

Make our lives,

Lasting moments for each other.

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Carelessness, you have no soul,

Once you loved,

Love has grown thin, cold.

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In Purgatory, if you believe,

What Catholics teach,

Frightening fire, burning soot reeks.

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Fire enthrals passion, makes heat.

But you’re ice,

Was there ever crackling flames?

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Again, convinced myself you were,

Healthy for me,

Should’ve kept searching and hoping.

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Now, I’m raw, inside out.

Sobbing mess living.

Making or breaking; I’m leaving.

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You don’t hear me leave,

It’s fine because —

You never saw me anyways.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Rondel – “Before the Fall”


A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

Please see Shadow Poetry for more information.

Also, Thank you to The Daily Post for the word prompt edge.
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Looking down, your head starts to spin,

You’re on the edge, everyone falls,

Your breath is short, on the ledge crawl,

Infinity awaits, dive in.

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The wind rushing round you, air thin.

Pushing off the ledge; you wait, stall.

Looking down, your head starts to spin.

You’re on the edge, everyone falls.

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Unsure why you came up here, head spins.

Waiting for pain, you’re enthralled.

Ground appearing close, appalled.

Kissing the earth; you took a risk, grin.

Looking down, your head starts to spin.

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