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her remorse glimmers gray and pale
a graveyard penance for lost times
tattered like a ghostly veil
the lover pines
she bows her head
fragments cut like a crown of thorns
still she holds the memory of the dead
the lover mourns
I gave it my best effort but I couldn’t get “folk” to fit. Oh well. Thanks for the inspiration Brenda.
Here’s the Sunday Wordle words: dead pines penance mourns folk glimmer graveyard remorse ghostly fragments lover shadowy
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I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss
the memory sharp like a bramble rose
I see your face in the morning shadows
autumn’s gold curves in its final death throes
as fate and the future meet in a kiss
I see your face in the morning shadows
your lost voice echoing in the abyss
Image credit; Adam Bixby @ Unsplash
Both the image and the prompt word (MISS) inspired the same feeling in me: a sense of loss. So, sorry for the melancholy, but I did enjoy the process! Thanks to the following:
Having fun with the Triolet this week. According to
https://bysarahwhiley.wordpress.com/
A Triolet is an 8-line poem where lines repeat in a beautiful rhythm:
Lines 1, 4, and 7 are the same, and lines 2 and 8 are also repeated.
The rhyme scheme looks like this: ABaAabAB (uppercase = repeated lines).
If you’d like to make it a little trickier, try writing each line with 8 syllables (iambic tetrameter, the classic French style) — or challenge yourself with 10 syllables per line (the English version). [I did 10-syllables today.]
Alternating verses By Tina and David
trace the shadowed lanes
the mind’s meaning hidden still
veiled in the dim light
chamberstick nears old keyhole
air tightens around the glow
wax seeps through cracks
that lost melody flickers
a dance remembered
warm mold on cool skin
death accepts this final cast
breath displaced by form
silence meets the needle scratch
the melody lost again
hands draw thread through gauze
grief hums softly in the weave
~ memory is held
This week I tried something new by writing a rengay with David from The Skeptic’s Kaddish.
I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed the process. Visit David’s site for more inspired bits of poetry.
What is a rengay? Rengay is a form of linked verse created as an alternative to Japanese renga or renku. The form was devised by Garry Gay in California in 1992. A rengay consists of six thematic haiku verses and is normally composed by two or three poets, although solo and six-person rengay are not uncommon. You can read more about this form HERE.
The house was quiet.
Finally.
The loud click of the lock had echoed in her mind for just a moment as she shut out the last of the stragglers. But the constant stream of words had stopped.
Finally.
No more kind-hearted souls urging her to “eat something.” No more obsequious parishioners offering her sympathy and prayers. No more polite policeman asking stupid questions. No more of his exacting demands for unattainable perfection. No more of her internal screams of anguish. No more.
Finally.
She gazed out the window. His final view offering her an open road to the future.
Finally.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
The attempts at unblocking my writer’s block seems to be have channeled me to the dark side! Thanks Rochelle and Sandra for the inspiration for this 100 word ode to revenge or maybe regret or possibly hope. The reader can decide. Visit her site for more info on the Friday Fictioneers challenge.
I started working on this piece several years ago, but I could never get it quite right. Then, my dad passed away and the words just came to me. I’m honored to have it featured by The Short of It.
