Month: May 2017
Six Word Saturday
Entertaining muses with
sushi
wine
skies
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Runaway
Writing Ottava Rima over at dVerse tonight and decided to try my hand at a mini epic. I breathe in iambic pentameter what with all the Shakespeare, so this was tons of fun 🙂
i
The beat of bossa nova fills our hearts
And saddling all the horses start we out
While moon and stars seductively run charts
Fan dancing in the deep, guiding our doubt
The runaway a good two hour start
Though he on foot and we on hooves to rout
The music still plays on inside our heads
Adventure lies before us, won’t crave beds
ii
Coyote on the hill in mournful song
Nocturnal version of the cooing dove
Within our midst we know that he belongs
Will die inside without undying love
Those things we said now echoing with wrongs
Our guilt beats on, reflects the clouds above
The music stills plays on inside our heads
A righteous quest denies our need of bread
iii
Long beat the hooves dull on the famished earth
Dust, grit and gravel clog our onus throats
While ringing in our ears the faded mirth
For he the tender sheep while we are goats
The music lingers on inside our heads
We will not be defeated though we dread
iv
Gardenia blossom fills our empty hands
We breathe it in and see the lad at rest
Upon the bank free from the desert lands
He is but sleeping, tenderly is blest
New music plays inside our heads
Will bring him home and all take to our beds
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The Tassel
Ten years from now we’ll look back on this day And dim will be our memories of pain Or glories that we’ve conquered in the fray Forgetting toils that brought us to this gain The wings of angels sweep these years away And burned by time our eyes will not retain The hands that held us up when we were young And to that innocence we have not clung © Jilly's 5/25/2017 All Rights Reserved Dedicated to the class of 2017 We are writing Ottava Rima over at dVerse - join us! The opening line was heard as I walked across campus today.
Breakdown
trio plays jazz jazz straight ahead jamming on the eighty-eights Straight No Chaser A funky Monk dancing round the ivories bass beat Chase heat (blow it, Bill) toss it around then break it down come on back now get out of here with ba-dat, ba-dit, za-bat, za-bat, za-bat so good I just might break down
© Jilly’s 5/24/2017 All rights reserved
Wordless Wednesday #4
Bloom!
That’s not a suggestion!
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Underground
Green the skies
Mommy flies
To closet clear
Chest-pounding fear
Prop the door
Leading into the floor
A space to crawl
At warning’s call
Clouds of funnel
Our private Chunnel
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Join us over at dVerse for some fun!
Flies
I am Wolf
running
howling
moon growling
grit beneath my feet
bones betwixt my teeth
Feral
fair all these
bright days
searing nights
sounding before me
tree breath
filling these lungs
lunge
leap
yowling
frame chained
to clock
to desk
yet
soul untethered unleashed
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Writing Quadrilles over at dVerse!
Exchange
Tanka Tuesday
Exchange sharp gold fish
for black coffee and old dogs
wishes of spring dawn
for hard acceptance of pain
and frozen January
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