sunrise – Mandibelle16

#MayDay Prompts Day 13: Poem — Cinquin — “Late Mornings and Early Nights” #amwritingpoetry

For Day 13 the prompt is waking up early and going to bed early.

Cinquin — 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 syllables each line — unrhymed

Credit: Altiney Dinc via Unsplash.

Never,

Arose happily,

Never a morning —

Person, rosy cheeked, thrilled; no —

Sunrise.

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Never,

Cared if birds trilled.

And sickness requires,

Longer mornings still; arising —

Half-dead.

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Used to,

Be a nighttime owl.

Evenings started 10:00 pm;

I grew older; for moments night —

Lived twice.

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Life still,

Ever changes.

Night’s denied, though preferred;

Illness refuses, those starry,

Evenings.

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So,

For now,

To bed early,

Though I long for lateness —

Though I long for normal nights;

Free, Full.

*****

Now,

I live mid-day;

Throw in odd evenings.

Yet, I reflect on glorious —

Hours clear.

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My mind,

Crystal; feet quick.

My body energized,

Moving, thinking swift — night’s delights —

They’ve gone.

*****

So, no —

Mornings that kill;

Mostly, early evenings.

Still, I long for sunset; ink–

Skies too.

Writing Prompt: Poem — Quadrille — “Silver Violinist” #amwriting #poetry #dVerse

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this writing prompt to choose a title to write a poem or story about. I chose the title The Silver Violin. I’m combining prompts with a #dVerse prompt on a topic of our choice. Thanks to Bodhirose for hosting open link night.

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Haunting music,

Tunes unearthly sweet.

He’ll wring emotion,

Notes disturbed.

Depressing songs blur;

His heart aches, yearns.

She left him lost,

She left him first.

Each night at Luna’s height,

He plays those notes,

Draining his being.

Souls quiver knowing —

Ballads the silver violinist,

Plays, plucking sorrow,

Into sunrise,

A final despairing note.

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Saturday Mix Flash Fiction – The Impressionist Sunrise#amwriting #saturdaymix #flashfiction

Thanks to Bastet at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix this week. Today’s prompt is a 100 Word story on a spring photograph using descriptive writing.

Spring Image MLMM — Credit: Edgewood Garden, Washington State; MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie -Bastet

At this early hour the sky is grey and misty. Fog creeps across the water hiding its blue-green brilliance. The mist veils all, yet in the distance, luminous rays of sunlight glance across the sky. I can see the mist disappate as the eastern sunlight envelopes the gray with golden rays, paint strokes of orange and pink.

The robins tweet joyfully and the trees are bursting with green buds, the promise of white blossoms soon. I’m enthralled by the dawn and the once dank becoming intensly vivid. Something inside me relaxes as morning awakes. It feels as if I’m in the middle of an impressionist sunrise.

One-Hundred-Word Wednesday Flash Fiction: No Longer Lost #flashfiction #fiction #amwriting #100wordwednesday

Thank you to Bikergurl for hosting 100 Word Wednesdays.

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Cale ensured he arrived at the beach before sunrise. The sun peaked over the mountains in the distance. Then slowly the light crept in to highlight foam capped ocean waters. The light encompassed the night sky, turning darkness into a washed out pale blue accented by a wash of orange.

The brilliant sunrise continued and Cale felt the welcome warmth in his limbs, humming in rhythm with the tide. He was thrilled, filled with a buoyant happiness he hadn’t felt in ages.

Shifting his backpack, he noticed the shimmer of gold dust raining down on him, as his body began to float off the beach.

A radiant sparkle in front of him giggled: ” ‘Second star to the right , straight on ’till morning,’ right?” He smiled, no longer a lost boy.

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” Lost Boy” – Ruth B

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Music Prompt: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Elysian Fields Await” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge #writing

This is last week’s music prompt for Friday hosted by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie. It’s a song called, “Elysian Night” by Draconian. Hard metal isn’t my thing, but the lyrics are beautiful.

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“Elysian Night” – Draconian

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Am I nothing without you near my side?

You feel so far away; I reach for you,

Only whispers remain, piercing though true.

I’m bleeding fast, death has no ounce of pride.

“Stay,” you beg, it’s a wish I can’t provide.

But the sun rises as it always does through —

Whatever pain inflicted, we’ve small clue —

When it’s time — Elysian Fields reside.

You want me to stay, for us to fly high,

But death has been calling, counting sand grains,

You’ll cry those fat tears, and you’ll wonder why?

Love, I want to see another sunrise,

But I’m bleeding, death’s crooning, we must divide,

Elysian Fields wait with finally, no pain.

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Photo Challenge: Fiction – Dawn of Daylight #amwriting #fiction

Thank you to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this challenge and a card/picture which is centered around the sun and it’s use as a metaphor in life.

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It’s early morning and the sky is tinged with an inky darkness. Out of the east brilliant colour begins to emerge. First the sky lightens, the navy washing out into a paler blue. The sun goddess brings a purplish hue to the sky which then begins to blaze with citrus orange; a red-pink hue completes the spectacular sunset. The goddess knows the sailors will complain about the pink hue; the suspicious lot of them.

She watches the sunrise, in all nature’s artistry, from washed out watercolour to colours aflame in brilliant acrylic. The colours become more pigmented and the sky itself turns cheery sky blue and the brilliance of the sunrise is replaced by the promise of a new day. A soft yellow glow on everything outside, reminding the goddess of the smell of lemons and a distinct feeling of happiness.

She spots her treasured swing in her secret garden. The fall leaves of tangerine orange, blazing gold, and brazen red, match her sunrise well. The goddess steps through the coloured leaves and walks to the swing. It’s warm enough that many flowers are yet blooming and some of the Autumn colours are enhanced by the grassy green of summer, holding on despite a chill arising as winter whispers.

Roses decorate the sun goddess ropes on her swing as she kicks out ageless beautiful shapely legs, then kicks her legs underneath her wodden swing. She keeps her pace gentle, pumping her legs at leisure and watching the sun provide hope to this part of the world; the renewal of light.

The blue sky is awesome and many people are out walking their dogs. It’s early and only the dogs see the goddess swimging. They approach her for a scratch and a hidden treat. Their kisses lap her face as she tries to avoid getting licked on the mouth. The goddess grins when the dogs wagging their tales, return to their owners, sniffing through the gathering of leaves on the sidewalk.

She lingers on the swing longer than she should. But there is a certain peacefulness in the morning hours she needs to make it through the day. She mentally calculates how much time she has, not long; other places in the world are eager to see the sunrise too. Yet in the cool of the morning air the goddess sighs.

Here is an enchanted place ready to see the crystal clearness daylight reveals, unconcealing those who hide in darkness. But in other places, darkness is safer, for in daylight there is no delight but harm as the shadows themselves strive to suck away the light. The sun goddess smiles because the sun always rises, the shadows never win.

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Poem: Musette (2,4,2) – ” Movement and Rhythm” #poem #amwriting #musette #wordhighjuly

Today’s Musette, will have a proper Musette Rhyme Scheme. I forgot with the last one. The rhyme scheme is aba, cdc, efe,

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Rhythm,

Beat in our steps,

Driven.

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Moving,

Here than there, soft —

Soothing.

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Keeping,

Up requires,

Teasing.

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Such beats,

Cause turns, whirls, tough —

Retreats.

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Time makes,

The beat, the noise

Move, break.

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Solid,

Sound collides, and dives.

Calling.

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Dancer,

Step, dip, move and,

Take chance.

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Laughter,

Steps on toes with —

Sore calves.

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Twirling,

Movement bracing,

Swirling.

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Your heart,

Keeps time with mine,

It starts —

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Each time,

You take my hand,

And grind.

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Giggle,

Hips and feet glide,

Wiggle.

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Long through,

The night we dance,

Both prove,

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Delight,

Moon glows, shimmies.

Invites.

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Night fades,

Brilliant sunrise,

Fun made.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All a Rights Reserved.

Poem: Wrapped Refrain – ” You and I End, But I Survive.”

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Inside me I hope you see my soul,

Dreaming accomplishment, goals.

I wish you could reach deep within, see —

See beneath the visage, me.

There’s more then what is visible, in a sunrise —

Lost in the spaces of memory, arising.

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I hope I can reveal to you,

Treasures of thoughts, giving you clues.

I’m a women capable of love,

I take, I give more; push and shove,

I spoil you because you’re a vision, my best-friend

Depending on you, it’s difficult to do, in the end.

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Not sure what this says about my mind,

That I cannot trust; hurt inside.

Little by little I’ll give you more,

I’m afraid you’ll see me out the door,

I’m dreaming, being comfortable together.

Both in our sweats, and me cuddled in forever.

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You get nervous, when I go beyond,

Physicality, a skin bond.

You give me looks at certain times,

Staring into my eyes, I’m moon shine.

But then, ignoring me because I did something wrong.

I don’t read minds, ever heard the tune of that song.

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At times, I believed we were going,

Places, you and I, showing —

Each other we can do this spring,

We can be special, mean something.

Then you tune me out again, until you want “it” again.

I’m sad, I feel knives; leaving you, I lose but gain.

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I’m strong on my own and thrive.

Demonstrating I survive.

Wires of energy feeling vibes.

Turning away from us, describe —

The beauty of being alone, peaceful, and free.

Inside me, I create my own happy place, you’ll see.

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Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Some Things Don’t Mix Like You Hoped

Sierra knew she shouldn’t be driving but she hadn’t been drinking since 1:00 am. The last song in the bar by Tim McGraw, played over in Sierra’s head: “Diamond Rings and Old Barstools.”

Sierra had been terribly upset at the end of the evening. Leaving quickly, when she spotted an old ex-boyfriend in the crowd. Casper’s clear green eyes had met Sierra’s intense blue and Sierra had fought her way through the crowd to the door.

Casper wasn’t any old boyfriend. He had broken Sierra’s heart ending their engagement two-years ago for no valid reason.

Sierra darted into the frosty morning and started her car. As she drove away she saw Casper standing outside the bar doors, staring at her car.

Sierra blinked with heavy eyes. The road ahead was blurred, shiny with odd lights, and the sun appeared to be rising . She checked her phone it read 6:15 am; Sierra had been driving aimlessly for three -hours.

She thought of Casper while driving into the morning sun. Lines from the Tim McGraw song came back to her: “I guess some things don’t mix like you hoped / Like me and you / And Diamond rings and old barstools.”

Tears leaked out of Sierra’s eyes, falling down her cheeks. She began crying so hard she had to pullover.” [S]ome things don’t mix like you hoped . . .”

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“Diamond Rings and Old Barstools” – Tim McGraw

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Thanks to Roger Shipp fo hosting FFftPP.

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Poem: Cinquin – ” Oh What A Night.”

2,4,6,8,2

I thought,

We could go out,

And see what’s happening.

I’d like to see the snow shimmer,

At night.

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I hoped,

We might get ready,

To do something new, bold,

I’d like to wine taste when the moon,

Shines bright.

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The best,

Wines are bitter,

They can be sweet and most,

Flavourful when they taste as fruit,

Peach, grape.

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The thing,

With wine tastings,

Is it is hard to take,

Only a taste, I’d rather drink,

The bottle.

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I’d like,

Large servings of,

Each wine we taste and I,

Would like bread and cheese to savour,

Each wine.

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All night,

We taste until,

You and I our typsy.

Even though we keep our mouths full but,

More wine.

—–

We call,

A cab and go,

Let’s leave this place.

Go from midnight winery,

To dance all night as we used to,

Show offs.

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Then off,

We go on a boat,

With these people we meant,

And we sail our way across the lake,

We fly.

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We sail,

Into the sun,

As it rises and pink,

And deep blue, purple swaths the sky,

We stare.

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Then home.

We have finished.

So tired need to sleep.

Are our bodies built for nights like

This, no.

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But fun,

Only comes by once,

In awhile and we know,

Those are nights we cannot waste– you,

And I.

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