Black-Sapphire Night (NaPoWriMo 2017-Day 17)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-seventeen-3/

“…our (optional) prompt. Today, I challenge you to write a nocturne. In music, a nocturne is a composition meant to be played at night, usually for piano, and with a tender and melancholy sort of sound. Your nocturne should aim to translate this sensibility into poetic form! Need more inspiration? Why not listen to one of history’s most famous nocturnes, Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2?”

In static sky

Black-sapphire felt

No stars pinned in place

Wan moon a-pining

I look for lingered silken shadow

Impoverished, I’ve nothing to offer

Night so empty of everything

Vast and limitless

Without wants, needs…

Somewhere music spins

Gossamer threads

Between lovers separated

By death, distance otherwise

Passion more or minus obsession…

Silence on horizon

Souls’ script-less whispers

Longing to hear “Recuerda Me”

No fool, this heart

That I’d not follow…I know

Your ashes lie ‘neath the sea

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Unravel Me

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/unravel/

Yet, still, you unravel me…

Like old sweater I’d have

Wrapped ’round your shoulders

With heart’s unrelenting affection

To away the chill bent on stealing you.

Your silence didn’t sway me—

I fill in the spaces with phrases

Wound like cotton yarn between

Fingers—cat’s cradle, dreams I play.

And they, words a-fraying—wise, pretty…

Deep as pensive Pacific clouds in

Dream-voice as far, wavy azure…

Yet, still, unravel me.

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Sun and Moon Crash (NaPoWriMo 2017, Day 8)

This post will serve prompts for both NaPoWriMo–Day 8, and TJ’s Household Haiku*.

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-4/

“…our (optional) prompt. Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that relies on repetition. It can be repetition of a phrase, or just a word. Need a couple of examples? Try “The Bells” by Edgar Allen Poe, or Joy Harjo’s “She Had Some Horses”.”

* https://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2017/04/07/tjs-household-haiku-sun-and-moon/

If sun and moon crash

Blinding night with falling shards

We’ll dance on splinters

~

We’ll dance on splinters

Fallen shards, love reflected

Music of sun, moon

~

Night hold this sun, moon

Wind plays eerie tinkling chimes

Shadow frames Love’s face

~

Crashing notes ~ sun, moon

We dance amid fallen shards

Music splinters hearts

~

Heart’s music splinters

Sun and moon crashed with your death

Dancing blind ‘mid shards

~

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Point the Way, Wraith

https://unchartedblogdotorg.wordpress.com/2017/03/22/welcome-to-six-sentence-stories-42/

Zoe’s Cue is POINT

 

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Gratitude for the apartment had waned somewhat in her weariness; the dark lingering odor of the previous, newly deceased tenant closed around her in an oppressively pointed way—though not like a period which signifies the end of one life, but rather a disturbing parentheses…as if to include Zinnia somehow.

As buzzards circling over carrion, it was impossible for her thoughts not to return to the stranger; a curiosity induced by the hovering emptiness of his spirit filling shabby corners where lace of pewter cobwebs clung adamantly, despite her determined cleaning.

The peculiar tap-tapping (of still unresolved source) had been replaced by briefly haunting strains of music playing in her half-sleep.

She was certain the sounds didn’t emanate from her one luxury purchase, wind chimes fashioned from various materials…too chilly yet to leave windows open at night.

When she woke again and shuffled to the fridge for a can of eye-opening carbonated caffeine, her focus pointed toward the antique music box which beckoned her to take a second, closer examination.

It was the only object of presumed value the man had left behind, and unlike everything else, was oddly unspoiled by aged grease, grime; she lifted the pristine lid expecting to hear melodious notes—but stern silence reigned.

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