For OctPoWriMo Day 16, the prompt “is about turning things inside out and upside down. Painting the sky purple, the grass pink and everything else any color you want. Allow yourself to get creative, paint a scene with your words . . .” The form of poetry I’musing is called a Mirrored Refrain:The rhyme scheme is as follows — xaBA, xbAB, xaBA, xbAB.
“Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it. Alternatively, what would it mean to you to give away or destroy a significant object?”
Here’s what I received in this month’s Ipsy Bag. To join the beauty subscription you can sign up at Ipsy.
June’s Cute Case in Support of Pride Month.
This month’s little subscription card.
PD Cosmeceuticals Infused Nail Lacquer (Polish) – The nail polish is nice, but not my color.
Feel PURE Anywhere Balm – Rose: This stuff is amazing! I loved it for chapped or cracked lips, especially at the corners. I’ve never had such issues with chapped lips in summer and usually find that Aragon Oil will heal the cracks at the corner of my mouth in a night. But it hasn’t been working, so this Balm has been working great as a kind of salve for my lips and mouth area in dry weather. Nice flavor too!
FINDING FERDINAND Nude/Pink Lipstick: Moisturizing and also the perfect nude/pink. I’m happy with this little lipstick choice this month 🙂
Kenzie Fragrance: I’m not sure what this perfume or fragrance is called. It doesn’t smell bad or good. It’s kind of a ‘meh’ scent. Maybe it’s a natural perfume, but I think the scent itself could be better.
MAC Prep & Prime – Skin Base Visage – MY FAVORITE! This stuff is amazing 🙂 It’s a primer and gel moisturizer in one. It’s so light and wonderful under makeup everyday to keep your makeup on through the day and also in the heat. This one I am going to purchase. It’s about $38.00 CAN on the MAC website.
Thanks to Lillian of #dVerse Poet’s Pub for the September 12, 2017 prompt onto use the words rain, reign, rein in a poem. Also combining this prompt with MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie last Music Challenge with the song “Pink Sunglasses” by Miranda Lambert. Going for the triple threat with Bjorn’s Bjorn’s #dVerse Poet’s Pub prompt on using an extended, well known metaphor without “like” or “as.” I’m going to pick up on Miranda Lambert’s metaphor of “pink sunglasses” which I think very much overlaps with wearing “rose colored glasses.”
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Miranda Lambert “Pink Sunglasses”
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Rein in your white horses, the Queen of Pink’s going to reign
She’s pretty classy, kind of sassy, in a bubblegum way.
All around her is dreary pain,
She doesn’t blink or feel the rain —
Pouring down, plastering her —
See-through t-shirt, guys inferring,
More than needs saying about her — bright pink sunglasses worn,
Her way to see the world, the old rose glasses cracked, ignored.
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Pink is so much better, forget about rainy weather,
Giggle, leave behind the tragic, drink pink champagne whether —
You’re sad or too glad, pink masks —
Ironies, truth is, life is glass.
It shatters far too easily,
Rose lenses dimmed as pink’s appeased.
Cause you can buy plastic pink sunglasses to view the world,
For $9.99 they’re so easy to replace, cheap pearls.
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Appearing in my pocket when I go anywhere ’cause —
There’s power in plastic pink shades, curing the bad that was.
Put them on when people are mad,
Wear them when you’re feeling quite sad.
Ignore naysayers without the pink,
Bringing rude negative thinking.
These pink babies don’t shatter or crack, if they do buy more —
Best placebo I’ve had while out loving life exploring.
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Don’t care about the truth, reality is annoying,
I’ll pass by you dancing ’cause without pink, life quickly destroys.
Addicted to living with thick —
Sweet sugar coating of plastic.
Through the pink I see what I want,
And I do whatever and I flaunt.
Rose glasses go away, pink is brighter, it doesn’t fade,
My shades, wearing them I reign unafraid, I’ve got it made
Three hours into the desert [Sandra felt the jeep’s] engine choke and buckle, rolling dark smoke into the pale blue sky.
“Are you kidding me?” Sandra asked her husband Jim. “We’re going to the Grand Canyon something people do all the time from Vegas and the damn Barbie jeep breaks down? Don’t they maintain these things, check that they’re working before they leave us in the open desert?”
Jim gazed at his wife his eyes half closed. The temperature was a sizzling 45 degrees Celsius and growing up in Toronto’s cold winters meant he didn’t handle the heat well. Sandra’s harping made Jim feel that much worse, sweating prufesly in the leather seat beside her.
“Jim, Jim? Are you even listening to me? How long is it going to take for them to send another jeep? Why is everyone else so mellow about this? It gets cold in the desert at night and what about the snakes and scorpions?”
Jim groaned out load and Sandra gave him a dirty look. “Sandy, its hot right now,” he mumbled. “We’ve no air conditioning and if it gets cold soon that would be great for everyone. I’m sure the tour company will find us soon. Our jeep’s Barbie pink as you say.”
“Oh and could you calmdown? You’re frightening the elderly couples,” he said whispering into Sandra’s ear as to not offend the two couples nearby.
Sandra gave Jim a weird look then continued yapping. The tour guides who had been on the radio the last hour with their company were now glaring at Sandra as they too sufferered in the heat and from her constant questions.
The older couples had it the worst, Jim thought. No one wanted any of them to undergo heat stroke since the temperature seemed to affect the four of them the most. Sandra’s constant complaining wasn’t helping the matter.
“Simmer down, lady,” one guide told Sandra,”This happens sometimes. Another jeep is a couple of hours away, if you can control yourself until then.”
Sandra didn’t care, she kept talking.
Jim was surprised when a lady in her seventies, named Meg, smacked Sandra’s face hard. So hard he could see the red outline of the woman’s hand on Sandra’s sweaty cheek. Sandra was so shocked she didn’t say another word except to ask for a bottle of water every couple of hours.
Megan winked at Jim and said: “Nothing like a good smack in the face. I think the heat was getting to your wife. She seems to be okay now that I smacked her and that she’s drinking water instead of talking.” Jim laughed bumping fists with feisty Meg.
“Okay?” Jim asked Sandra later.
“Yeah good now, just a little panic attack I think. The heat was getting to me.”
Jim laughed at this stroking Sandra’s back.
The evening sky in the desert turned from twilight into glittering black with giant stars. All eight people in the jeep sighed with pleasure as the blistering heat cooled and they were awed by the fantastic celestial bodies.
When another pink jeep arrived the next morning, no one complained about the heat or Sandra. Both problems had been eclipsed by the perfect temperature and the starry night viewed under them.
For Day 5, the NaPoWriMo poetry prompt is ” to write a poem that is based in the natural world: it could be about a particular plant, animal, or a particular landscape. But it should be a slice of the natural world that you have personally experienced and optimally, one that you have experienced often.” The accompanying A to Z Challenge today starts with a GoodRead’s author’s quote, with a name beginning with the letter E.
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