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Image by Karin Gustafson from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

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

Invisible
white mane,
he roams free!
Wish I were him!
Powerful.

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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(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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Photo by CC Champagne

Photo by CC Champagne

Daily walk
‘cross familiar turf,
our routine.
Frequent stops,
for you, rather than for me
out of love I walk.

Lying close
four paws in the air,
tail a’wag.
Belly rubs!
Breed the love I feel for you,
my furry princess.

Rain and shine
you are always there,
by my side.
Love immense
between woman and her dog
out of love I walk.

Haven’t done one of these in forever (and was never good at them to begin with), but I needed something to focus on. This is (supposed to be) a Shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem in 3/5/3/3/7/5), written for MindloveMisery’s Menagerie and their BJ’s Shadorma & Beyond. Although today’s challenge was to attempt something called a Sijo, I’m not quite ready for that yet, so I hope this is close enough to qualify as a Shadorma. 

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Woolworth sit-in, Image from americanhistory.si.edu

The system
inequality
said who could
and could not,
gave entitlement to some
only based on skin.

The system
politically
took the right
from many
created and illusion
that all was just right.

The system
overthrown it seems
but we still
hear echoes
of old, deeply rooted slurs –
bigotry still lives.

I don’t know why, but the image provided at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for the Shadorma Photo Prompt #11 – Illusions (see below) made me think of the above image from the Woolworth’s sit-ins back in 1960:

“On February 1, 1960, four African-American college students sat down at a lunch counter at Woolworth’s in Greensboro, North Carolina, and politely asked for service. Their request was refused. When asked to leave, they remained in their seats. Their passive resistance and peaceful sit-down demand helped ignite a youth-led movement to challenge racial inequality throughout the South.” (quote from here)

So, even though it’s not my own photo, and perhaps not really about illusions (though it could be argued that the system as it was before the sit-ins was an illusion in itself) I would like to offer these Shadorma to the challenge. 

Image from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

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Fleeting glimpse
of days and moments
now fading –
soon no more
than sepia coloured photos
of happier days.

Winter holiday at the grandparents, probably 1987

Winter holiday at the grandparents, probably 1987

Nostalgia,
overwhelming loss,
mixed with love,
tinged with joy,
set free by time’s flight –
memories of life.

My severely drugged up muse (new medication driving her/me nuts) really struggles of late… But as the topic of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Shadorma Photo Prompt #10 is memories and I seem to be drowning in those lately, I thought I’d give it a try. As always, a Shadorma is a non-rhyming poem with a syllabic count of 3/5/3/3/7/5. The photograph shows me and the family Boxer Emil playing in the snowy forest across the street from my grandparents’ place circa 1987.

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Life and Death by Gustav Klimt, image from Wikimedia Commons

On spring’s morn
overwhelming joy
reborn grass
renewed trees
breathtaking beauty for all
– pollen allergy!

I die as you’re reborn
life means death
circle

In summer
long and lazy days
sun-blessed beach
sun-kissed skin
wine-soaked evening skinny dips
– bare body found floating!

I’m reborn as you die
death means life
circle

On fall days
brilliant autumn leaves
cool fresh breeze
cool soft rain
mushroom picking adventures
– cause of death: poison

I die as you’re reborn
death means life
circle

Winter’s dark
nature’s siesta,
short cold days
frozen roads
children’s joys at Christmas time
– car swerves on black ice.

We’re reborn as we die
life and death
circle.

This is for today’s Shadorma Photo Prompt#9 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The topic was life’s renewal and we were challenged to combine a shadorma (non-rhyming syllable count 3/5/3/3/7/5) with the new micro poetry form Tilus (non-rhyming syllabic count 6/3/1), invented by Kelvin SM and presented by d’Verse poetry here. I chose not to use the beautiful photo in the prompt, as I couldn’t deny the link between Klimt’s Life and Death and my inspiration for this poem.

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Image from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

The first step
is taken with speed
as we race
to the top
and the speed makes us breathless
smiling, excited.

As we climb
ever higher up
in this race
don’t look down
from high above those white clouds
fear might overwhelm

But we climb
we go for the top
cost be damned
go for gold
we don’t care for those who lose
fall by the wayside

High above
with our goals achieved
looking down
realize
it was never about the goal
but about the climb

This started out as something playful, intending to talk about children learning to walk etc… Ended up being about a completely different kind of climb. This Shadorma (syllabic count 3/5/3/3/7/5) was written and inspired by Shadorma Photo Prompt #8 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

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