Posts Tagged ‘B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond’


Image by Karin Gustafson from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

so invisible.
One of them –
not with them
apart from the herd – alone,
I’m invisible.

white mane,
he roams free!
Wish I were him!

Not sure if this works, but I tried to combine two prompts while waiting for the official (but optional) NaPoWriMo prompt. I stole the meters (a shadorma – a 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable count, and an elfje – a 1/2/3/4/1 word count) from Mindlovemisery’s Managerie‘s B&P Shadorma and Beyond prompt, but focused the content on the equine prompt of  Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. I also borrowed the image, by the talented Karin Gustafson, from the Toads, focusing on the transparency of the horse.

I may write more (to the official prompt) later, but if not this is Day 2’s offering to NaPoWriMo 2016.



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Meditation by Odilon Redon (from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie)

Forever I miss you, my one and true
as into the light you’ve gone from me.
My words trickle ink that is just for you.

You rested safe in my arms as you grew
and I knew the man you would one day be.
Forever I miss you, my one and true.

In a world, old and ugly, you were new
with amazement in all you could see.
My words trickle ink that is just for you.

On your tiny grave there are flowers blue
surrounded by the mightiest of trees.
Forever I miss you, my one and true.

Eternally broken, my life is through!
I’ll die on your grave where you’re next to me.
My words trickle ink that is just for you.

There is no tomorrow, there’s no one who
will ever explain, ever make me see.
Forever I miss you, my one and true.
My words trickle ink that is just for you.

This was quickly scribbled, and there’s more that could be done to it, but I just wanted to get it out since I have other things I should be doing. It is supposed to be a Villanelle (four tercets and a quatrain in a AbA2/abA/abA2/abA/abAA2) and the inspiration comes from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and their B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond.

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(from Wikimedia Commons)

It wasn’t nothing
it was a lump.
A malignant growth.
An intruder.
It was quick – not without pain.
I’ll never know why.
A church funeral
Everyone was there.
And everything was pink.
Lilies, carnations and roses.
So many roses.
I don’t like roses anymore.
It wasn’t nothing,
it was cancer.


Goodbye love
spread your wings to heaven
and soar free.
No more pain!
I wear my pink ribbon now
every single day.

(In April)
Your grave lies shrouded
with pink cherry blossoms.

Let me start out by saying I have been fortunate enough to not lose anyone to cancer. This scribble is a figment of my imagination, and I hope no one is offended in any way by me presuming to understand the pain.

Over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, today’s prompt was Turning Pink, asking us to be inspired by the colour pink. When doing some research I stumbled upon breast cancer awareness’ pink ribbon… From there the poem evolved as I combined this premise (or attempted to) with Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s prompt today, B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – Cincuenta, which asks us to write a poem in only 50 words (a Cincuenta) or a Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5). I decided to do both.

Correction: A cincuenta is a poem in only 50 characters… This is not a cincuenta. The addition, marked in red, should be a cincuenta. The first line of this is optional (if characters mean spaces as well the two lines alone are 50 characters, if we don’t count spaces, then the addition of the first line should make 50).

Also making this my NaPoWriMo Day 25 entry, since I’m too exhausted to try to write something else now.


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Image via google images (no copyright infringement intended)

… beg…


… ease…




Paloma of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie challenged us, for the B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond: The Baker Street, to try a form of her own creation (The Baker Street: 2/2/1b). This type of micropoetry is something I find extremely difficult, being by nature horribly verbose, but I’ve tried (even though I broke the rule of using a ‘b’ in the last line (for Sherlock Holmes’ address of 221b Baker Street), substituting it for an ‘e’ in the first three stanzas and an ‘o’ in the last three). 

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Love eyes by Limpich on Deviantart.com

In your eyes, with specks of gold, swirl eternity’s beautiful stars
and I’m drowning in the impossible – forever and a day.

Touched by your lips of glittering rubies, a breeze from Eden sent,
drowning me in what is impossible – forever and a day.

Skin so soft, like purest silk, close your eyes, be safely engulfed,
overwhelmed with love’s possibilities – forever and a day.

A voice of angels, heavenly choir, that speaks without a word,
stay in silence but filled impossibly – forever and a day.

Flowing hair, black as ebony, you will capture me in your web,
fetter me with your bonds impossible – forever and a day.

If this were love, with bubbles of champagne, I’d joyfully remain
longing to know if love is possible – forever and a day.

Again, I can’t wait for the optional NaPoWriMo 2015 prompt (sometimes being on CET is a real pain), so this attempt at a ghazal, something I’ve only ever tried once before, is based on Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and their B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – Ghazal challenge. Apparently a ghazal consists of at least five but usually not more than 15 couplets, where each line is the same number of syllables. The couplets are supposed to be autonomous, but the ending of the second line should always be the same. At least that’s how I read the instructions. Hope this is kind of, sort of, a ghazal, in any case. 


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