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Warmth #Haibun #Nonet

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Painting by Jim Warren

Warmth

It is a dark and cold November day. The clouds are dragging grey across the dull sky, faded dead leaves litter the ground. Even the fire doesn’t provide warmth. I need something to spark my flame. I need you.

You beckon, drawing me into the bedroom. Beneath the sheets, you cuddled in my arms, I see lovers in the vibrant clouds. The setting sun glints rainbows on the tropical waters with horses dancing in the waves. A warm breeze over the cool, majestic mountains makes me forget the forecast of snow. Waterfalls near and far pulls me more into your allure.

I search you out on a cold dark day
Your agile tongue speaks in my mind
I follow your elegance
Dreaming with open eyes
Bewitched by your tone
Another land
On your pages
A book
You

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This is a double Challenge.

I decided to participate in Sadje’s What Do You See challenge, which she recently started to host.  She provided the painting at the top (Painted by Jim Warren, found on Google) as this week’s prompt.

This was also written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.  This week’s key words are Grace and Style, but only synonyms can be used.  I chose a Haibun with a nonet.

I hope you enjoyed this love poem to books and reading :)

Reality Slips Away #haiku

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‘Neath indigo skies
Red glow on the horizon
Real world turns to dream

Water slips to sleep
The evening turns into night
But what awakens?

Final glow reflects
Day creatures take one last look
Night creatures their first

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we could chose our own key words.  I did a haiku or two or three…

Halloween Stew #Etheree #doubleetheree

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Hi
Come in
How are you?
Sit for a bit
I’ll get you a sweet
Give you a nice goody
Mix it up in the cauldron
Wait while I get the recipe
Cipher out the ancient words of lore
Are you beginning to feel sleepy yet?
Don’t worry about this razor I have
Just need some special ingredients
It’s a potion made once a year
Full of intrigue and magic
Sit still while I harvest
Were you using these?
Delicacy
Special brew
Great charm
You

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Careful of the witches brew, that human stew. Don’t ask what is on the menu, for you might find that it is you  ;)

Written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  These week the key Words were Spell and Treat, only we had to use synonyms and not the actual words.  I did a double etheree.

Charmed #tanka

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

An imp plays a tune
From the land of Nevermore
On a weedy pipe
Green magic from the music
Charms snake and human alike

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week the challenge is to write to syllabic poem based on the given photo-prompt (at the top of the post).  I did a tanka (sort of ;) )

The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt

The Game #Ethree #dubleethree

Ghoulish Face

Me
Alone
Late at night
I hear a noise
Is she following?
I feel the clammy cold
The clods from her barren grave
I turn and she is just right there
Vacuous eyes staring coldly at me
Dripping rotting flesh as she approaches
Backing away from her I trip and fall
I see the blood of her last victim
She fills the volume before me
Flesh dripping arm reaches out
She touches my shoulder
Her cold dead finger
“Tag, you are it”
She giggles
I’m it
Hide!

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This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. She gave two key words, Empty and Space, and we needed to use synonyms of those words.  I did a double ethree this week.

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I Photoshoped a painting for a story I once wrote. This is an iteration of the painting that I did not originally use (I just added it). (I originally did the painting for a portrait class – she is pretty in the original ;).)

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Late edit – I just added an animation of the original picture…

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Special Brew #haibun #tanka

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I flip the leaf of the calendar, as the leaf outside of my window flips and heads towards the ground. I knew it! It is October! That means it is almost time for the spirits to rise on that most special day of the year, Halloween. To raise out own spirits, we need to start the spiced cider boiling, and all of you witches need to make an even more special brew. For:

The leaves are changing
Halloween is almost here
Fix a special treat
Autumn’s dark and deadly brew
Boiled in a witches Cauldron

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This is the first day of the month, so it is poet’s choice of words. This week i did a Haibun with a Tanka.

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Once again I chose one of my drawings. Actually, I picked the drawing first. It is a frame from a video I made as a promo for my first book, The Fireborn. Here is the Video:

(Click here if you don’t see it below)

 

The Role of Humans #haiku

The Grand Oak

The trees grant their leaves
Allowed to drop in autumn
Humans rake them up

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Written for Colleen’s Weekly poetry challenge. Most weeks she gives us two words to use in our syllabic poems, but we must use synonyms. This week she gave us Fall and Give. I did a Haiku.

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I am continuing the trend to use my old drawings that I have previously posted on my blog. The tree is based on an oak tree in my back yard, which is actually bigger than in the drawing!

Where My Home Was #tanka

trees

Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay

Each year it’s higher
The distant river invades
The sea eats my house
Someday from a higher spot
I will see where my home was

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This week is her monthly Photo=Prompt.  The photo at the top of the page, a row of trees, sunk in the middle of a vast plain of water, is an Image by Susan Cipriano from Pixabay. I wrote a tanka for the challenge.

Your Spell on Me #Haibun #tanka #doubletanka

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I feel the power, like a sun behind me.  A vision flashes through my mind. Is it a knife coming down like Hitchcock’s Psycho? Perhaps a Stephan King skeletal hand will grab my ankle.  I whip around, ready to face anything, anything, but what is really there. I meet your gaze and all is lost.

I step in your trap
That is found behind your eyes
Your bewitching stare
The magic spell that you cast
Makes me rise above the Earth

Is it just your charm?
Perhaps a deeper power
Enthralled by the glance
A thought and I glide above
Your eyes making my heart soar

Lost, but found, captivated by your spell, I am launched into your orbit.

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Control #tanka

Ring - Your Past is Calling

I am held captive
You seem to control my life
Always in focus
I remember being free
When a phone was just a phone

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OK, so I went back and chose a drawing almost at random and wrote a poem based on it ;)  We were just talking about drawings I used to post on the blog, so this is the outcome.

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Written for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge.  This is the first week of the month so it is poet’s choice of words.  Let’s see, what words should I chose, I mean what words DID I chose before I wrote this… mobile and immobile.