Tag: scorned

#OctPoWriMo Day 15: Poem — Jeffrey’s Sonnet — “The Storm” #amwritingpoetry


For OctPoWriMo Day 15, the prompt is about changing perspective: “Perhaps nothing is entirely true, not even this.” ~ Multatuli.”

For, the poetry form I’m choosing a Jeffrey’s Sonnet: aabccb, (b)ddeffe, (e)g, (g)e in iambic pentameter.

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I can’t see the light, as the storm surrounds;

I can’t see the veil, pierced while brilliance scorns.

So, stay close during this ominous night,

Stay near as the stars implode and bleed,

Where caustic answers don’t sting and impede.

I’m but human with a dash to much spite,

I wish with forgiving words I could right —

Wrongs; my eyes close, murky sickness dwells, forms.

So, let the world sing final tunes forlorn —

Let, the robin swoop in sunshine-sky warmed.

And, let the day not weep, leaves on trees tearing,

As nature cries, twigs, and branches bare.

Let dawn’s sun not burn, let twigs not score;

Leap, rush into the aurora — jump blind,

Keep forging freedom, a kite un-resigned.

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Saturday Mix Flash Fiction: Soliquey – Blank Verse – “The Con” #amwriting #soliliquey #fiction #SaturdayMix


Thanks to Bastet from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. This week’s prompt is a soliloquy at a train station. I’ll be using blank verse or unrhymed iambic pentameter as the Bard did. 

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“Imagine a scene, a train is pulling out of the station and a person standing on the platform looking dejected. What can have happened. Perhaps this person is someone in the station wishing to leave but for some reason hasn’t. “

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Credit: GSK 2017

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So leaves the train, so leaves my heart, 

Why him I once loved, now I know not? 

Must have been his eyes so brilliant a green, 

Gems such as emeralds, a sea-green storm brewed.

Was it his cavalier smile, his laugh? 

With him I felt wanted, weak in the knees. 

I was his Queen, he my adoring King. 

He cared for me gently, said I shouldn’t stay —

On my own, for he loved me; fooled me, 

Underestimated a woman cruelly scorned. 

I saw cracks in the vase, facade crumbled, 

An artist’s dream of beauty such a fake, 

He left, emptied my pockets of money. 

This con thinks he’s safe going to Bahamas, 

Since he betrayed me, I say differently. 

He’ll be doing some flying, and me thinks he’s done. 
Thrown off the tallest bridge, out of the train. 

Expensive was his end, but I’m appeased. 

I watched his train moving away, still —

Missing his voice, his touch, time spent loving. 

But I know he never loved me, I was ‘means’ —

To an end; yet, the ‘real end’ was his own. 

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Poem: Free Verse – “Hope Scarred” #amwriting #poetry


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Please don’t give me hope,

Don’t come into my life a moment,

Leaving me with expectations.

You think I’d know better,

Having experienced this situation often;

Expectations are dangerous, 

Few people in life meet them,

No matter how basic, 

The expectation maybe.

Don’t set me up to fall, 

To get sucked underwater,

You the undertow drowning my sorry soul.

Should’ve known better, 

You weren’t a genuine Pearl,

Should’ve known by now, 

Those who care for me, make time for me.

Should have known by now,

But you made me believe, 

This time you were for real.

Now I’m deflated, hurt, and frustrated.

What is it with you? 

 I can’t even expect you to be, 

A dependable friend?

No, of course not, the fault is mine.

I can put expectations on myself,

But never on you, never on anyone.

Just let the pixie dust and fairytales, 

Burn into the night, a haunting fire.

But hope is not destroyed, 

It only burns brighter in the flames warm.

Keep your hope and your dreams, 

 I live in the real world;

It hurts me, scars me, damages me.

You totalled the destruction.

Tomorrow I rebuild torn, 

But knowing, no man —

Can expect anything from me, until I say.

Right now my hope is crushed.

You taught me to be hopeless, 

Made me feel lost and forlorn.

For now, a true fact, hope is the bird I scorn, 

Tomorrow, hope has *feathers, and will be reborn.

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* “Hope Is A Thing With Feathers” – Emily Dickinson

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