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Done Deal, Baby

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It matters not how you frame it

How sweetly you sing

Or how much sugar you add

You cannot call back yesterday

Or craft a different ending

There will be no repair

All your chances erupted

Long ago, in a fiery blaze

Today, we are nothing

But a grey billow of smoke

Existing as a wispy memory

On the horizon of regrets

It’s a done deal, Baby.



Written for The Sunday Whirl where we were asked to incorporate the following 12 words into a post.

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Freedom: A Sijo

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Ragged edges and heavily stamped, my passport is well used.

It softens the edges of my life, transports me away from here.

My husband finds it and locks my ticket to freedom away.



 

This sijo was written for BJs Shadorma & Beyond where Jen introduced us to a form called the Sijo.

She writes: “The sijo is a song-like poetic form which originated in Korea during the Goryeo Kingdom (918–1392).

The Sejong Cultural Society says that “the sijo may tell a story (as the ballad does), examine an idea (as the sonnet does), or express an emotion (as the lyric does).” The sijo’s final line begins with a “twist”: “a surprise of meaning, sound, or other device” and concludes with a profound observation or highly emotional note.”

I decided to tell the story of a woman’s passport.

Jen describes:

“How to Write a Sijo

* There are three lines which average 14-16 syllables. The final count is 44-46 syllables;

* Line one introduces the theme;
* Line two elaborates on the theme;
* Line three introduces a counter-theme and concludes with a “twist”;

* Each line has a pause – or caesura – roughly in the middle (commas are great for this);
* Each half line is 6-9 syllables long;

* There is no end rhyme;
* There is no title; {I broke this rule for blogging purposes}
* Western sijo are often printed in six lines, breaking lines at the pause.
…This is because a 16-syllable line is quite long – spilling beyond the space allotted to one printed line.”

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Lover’s Choice–Villanelle

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Will my lover choose to stay?

Will he walk off the map with me?

Or will he soon go away?

 

His heart seems so lost today

He cannot find eyes to see

Will my lover choose to stay?

 

I cannot point for him the way

He must choose what he wishes to be

Will he walk off the map with me?

 

Though the future feels so grey

My heart for him still does plea

Will my lover choose to stay?

 

I yearn to join hands; escape life’s fray

Anchored together on faraway seas

Will he walk off the map with me?

Or will he soon go away?



 

This is my first attempt at a villanelle. I found the instructions very confusing so am not entirely sure I did it correctly.

Linking up with Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets where we were asked to share one of our ideas for overcoming writer’s block…..one thing I do when I don’t know what to write is to look up new forms and try out new types of poetry that I’ve never tried before (or in some cases, never even heard of before). It can be challenging and fun, and sometimes I even find a form that becomes a new favorite!


After Grace’s help, here is my corrected attempt (Thanks, Grace!):


 

Will my lover choose to stay?

Will he walk off the map with me?

Or will he soon go away?

 

His heart seems so lost today

He cannot find eyes to see

Will my lover choose to stay?

 

I cannot point for him the way

He must choose what he wishes to be

Or will he soon go away?

 

Though the future feels so grey

My heart for him still does plea

Will my lover choose to stay?

 

I yearn to join hands; escape life’s fray

Anchored together on faraway seas

Or will he soon go away?

 

I wonder, what will he say

Of his heart, will he give me the key?

Will my lover choose to stay?

Or will he soon go away?

 

Biting My Tongue

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I bit my tongue again today

The metallic bloody taste

Of Revenge

Reminding me

What I’d like to do to you

Oh, Abdicator of Responsibility

But, such thoughts

Are not befitting

The mother of your children,

And so I smile

Acquiesce

And bite my tongue again

But, one day soon

I may chomp down so hard

It will sever from my mouth

And fall straight down

Into my resigned hands

Or, I may give up the biting

Once and for all

And decide to finally go with

A good old-fashioned

Tongue lashing instead.



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Quote: Depths of Love

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Don’t Lose Your Marbles

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Photo Credit: Caleb

 

Magic marbles

Painted wild

With imagination’s

Little snapshots

From our dreams

Of possible worlds

Love inhabits

Tomorrow

Hold them close

Catch blue skies

Roll them

From your hands

Into mine

Peer in the glass(y)

Water’s reflection

See us there

In our bubble

Staring back with joy

Don’t lose your marbles, Love.



The image is a magic marble created by Caleb, a 16 year-old! It is one of many magic marbles he created, one of which was the photo prompt at Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie that instigated this post.

 

Merge

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Making love

Is what we do best

In your eyes

I find rest

Souls and bodies merge as one

As we love, love, love.



Written as a shadorma for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for their “Vernalagnia” prompt which asked us to write something light or romantic or lustful.

A shadorma is a non-rhyming six-line poem with syllables in 3/5/3/3/7/5.

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