RM MM 21 Elfje Trio: Melding

Elfje Trio: Melding
market
patchouli, sandalwood
sculpt natural serenity
opium from red poppies...
dye?

cafe
rose sundress
hippie sings karaoke
espresso acts like serum
drum?

yoga
to ease
the rapid heart
herbal raspberry rain -
live?

JP/davh
See more and learn about the Elfje form here:
http://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/

market, yoga, cafe, dye, serum, patchouli, sandalwood, raspberry, opium, herbal,
natural, espresso, sundress, serenity, rain, rose, sculpt, drum, karaoke, hippie
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/06/25/monday-melting-week-21/


June 30, 2012

WWP 111: Bedazzled

We Write Poems 111

Bedazzled
For so many years
I wanted to trade in my name
Common for its’ era
Even the nick-name
Tried alternate spellings to break the spell

Challenged with ferocity
The spelling and pronunciation
The addition of letters that
Weren’t there to begin with
Even when grandparents used them

Few people could get away with
Calling me by my full given name
Why I allowed any deviation
Was a mystery I have yet to solve
Then I started using my initials, even on checks

Perhaps to balance out
That unjustified prejudice between the sexes
The one that state there are roles to play
And you have to use Mr., Master, Mrs., Miss, or Ms.
So I just chose to use none of the above

And now I use a nom-de-plume
An awkward feather in my cap?
Perhaps it is my love of fantasy-
Wanting to be a known unknown
Not wishing to be ‘spelled’ …

Process notes: This one was easy - for me. Wrote it the day of or after the prompt came out. The word 'spell', hidden, and name(s) all fascinating aspects of writing and personal natures.

Trifecta Challenge: Baum's Oz

Baum’s Oz
Silver slippers
So says the book
With flying monkeys
golden brick road

a girl with a bump on her head
and a dog in her basket

courage, heart, and compassion
seen through green colored lenses

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/06/trifextra-week-twenty-two.html
While visiting Rosemary Mint...I found this prompt -
Rewrite your favorite book in 33 words. While it said it was still open...by at least 24 hours, the link was closed.
No matter I still had fun...

Sunday Whirl 62, Crust (#2)

Crust
He so loved the heels of buttered bread
With his jasmine tea...her favorite brew

The rest of the ample loaf could be used for
any and everything else - toss it in the yard

Feed those demons - those black crackles and crows
Who clustered  ‘round her granite tomb  

His life now flawed, his domain forever in sunset
Only to be dispelled briefly by soulful train whistles

Heard from the window that seemed to be but a scrap in the wall
That held the montage of her expressive photographed faces

While others might not like how he chose to live -
He did not consider himself trapped...

(My first attempt at the Whirl list combined with Rosemary Mint's Midweek Melting can be found:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sw-62-rm-mm-3-just-peachy.html 

jasmine, demons, window, scrap, ample, montage, flawed, granite, trapped, whistle, domain, sunset
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/wordle-62/

Process notes: Believe what you will...while waiting to go to the In-laws for dinner, I snitched the heel of a loaf of tomato basil bread that we are taking along with that peach pie... and while sitting in my rocker, (perhaps off of it?) I thought of that first line...And I didn’t even finish the slice until I was halfway through typing...

SW 62, RM MM 3: Just Peachy?

Just Peachy?
Johannah did not like the montage of demons that haunted her dreams
Waking to the sunset after a nap - the ample jasmine that surrounded her
Window did not seem the slightest bit flawed in this domain that seemed to
Sparkle under its’ new found freedom

She needed to maintain a granite composure in order not to feel trapped
Scrapping the last bit of her foul mood from fogged sleep vision
It was time to whistle as she made her way to visit Booker her steed
Who loved the grooms attentiveness

Perhaps a quick ride in the orchard before dinner would be wise
There was still ample radiation from the sun, she would ask the kind
Groom which path would be a good one to take in this honeyed sky
Listening to just the sounds of her heart...

She might be able to subtract what ever falseness might be lurking -
Was the relief here just paper thin? There had to be a hidden art
Knowing what was truth - if only she could talk to pixies - they were real,
If one believed in wizards - pixies had to be real

And not just viewed after downing large quantities of a absinthe -
Jo knew better than to over indulge in that regard!
Always, always keep your wits about you, only way to control
Your sword - her father had said.

JP/davh
jasmine, demons, window, scrap, ample, montage, flawed, granite, trapped, whistle, domain, sunset
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/wordle-62/
sound, pixie, honey, wake, wise, paper, absinthe, subtract, orchard, radio (radiation), taken, art
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/06/22/midweek-melting-week-3/

Process notes: The two lists combined nicely to continue this journey...#7. See the whole ‘She-bang’
here: http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-series-b.html


I also managed a second verse on the Wordle:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sunday-whirl-62-crust-2.html

WWP 110: Quotes, Wisdom, Interjection = Conversation

Quotes, Wisdom, Interjection = Conversation
1*Insanity is hereditary you can get it from your children

Let us talk about more cheerful things +

We survived our own and our children’s teen angst

2*I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work.
I want to achieve immortality through not dying

Don’t be too sweet, or they will eat you up;

don’t be too bitter, or they will spit you out +

“So what’s another year, we only age for other people right,” she asks?

“As long as I don’t buy you a beef dinner for our anniversary,” he says

As the ‘joke’ is over thirty years old - she nods in agreement...

3*A hospital bed is a parked taxi with the meter running

Life is the greatest bargain; we get it for nothing +

The grandson calls that building ‘The doctors house’ - we should be lucky only to visit...

4*Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with with words

Better to make a good wish for yourself than a bad wish for another +

Poetic words on paper are delicate lace - your whispered ‘I love you’ is pure gold

5*I can never remember being afraid of an audience.
If the audience could do better, they’d be up here on stage and
I’d be out there watching them.

What the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t know +

I say occasionally, “They like me.”      He says, “I love you always”

We see eye to eye.

JP/davh
For We Write Poems: WWP Prompt 110
1*Sam Levenson 2*Woody Allen 3*Groucho Marx 4*Dorothy Parker 5*Ethel Merman
*From ‘A Book of Jewish Wit OY VEY! The Things They Say
+Yiddish Wisdom for Marriage by Rae Meltzer
Words in Italics are mine...

Rosemary Mint Word List; An Interesting Twist

An  Interesting Twist
The field of wheat to the east was soon covered by an enormous flock of birds
Ballooning to cover the sky this was not usual - the puff of white clouds in the blue sky 
Soon became a black sea - the sheep in my care were not amused and bleated
In distress, I didn’t have enough apple pieces to appease them all

The make shift rail of my corral was soon toppled as we all fought for safety
I tripped over an errant porcupine and twisted my ankle - thankfully I could use
My ram friend to help carry my weight back to the stone paddock
Would the sun ever return?

My old friend the wrinkled cook ran to greet me as she pointed to the trailing end
Of the flock...we watched as the birds passed overhead...in their trail there was a hum,
Like a gentle bee buzzing and an unexplainable aura that seemed to replace our
Dread with an amazing calm

A minor squire came running to our aid shouting with glee
“The Princess has woken! The spell has been broken!”
Not knowing who I really was - he picked me up and twirled me around -
My elder sister was awake!

Cookie instructed Albert to carry me gently into the big kitchen -
The omelet she had been cooking for lunch had fried, but not yet caught fire
Albert babbled like a schoolgirl - The mute lad sang, the mute lad saved us!
I, Morganna could finally wash my face and hair!

Rosemary Mint List unnumbered prompt June 2012
ankle,omelet, apple, topple, wrinkled, rail, balloon, wheat, puff, porcupine
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/06/11/monday-melting-poetry-prompt/

(Sixth piece written for Story Series A on the Story Verse Page)
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-series-b.html

JP/davh

Sunday Whirl #61 Making Connections

Making Connections
Being small chested would help Jo blend in during her current
Mode of expatriate escaping  from the fickle tempers of her half-sibling
And her soldier skills would allow for quick effective striking
If she needed to refrain unwarranted advances

A month had passed since the death of her mother using the saber
That her own father a renowned smyth had made for her - she could trace
Her etched name on the blade she was hesitant to crack, as she had no spare
The new queen, her sister Regina was the murderess

While Jo tried to stay off the main roads, she did occasionally sup at the local tavern
She would let the stable hands give a good groom to her roan, Booker
Not trusting the latches of doors or windows of these places seemed to be less and
Less of an issue, for merriment and celebration ruled

Several nights at different locations she had heard a string of tales
While attempting to be sociable and imbibing in the local draft
It seems a young lad who had pretended to be mute - sang in clear full voice
A spell that freed a distant kingdom from its ills

The tale was told of the awful racket that was created when out of
The Wizards tower windows thousands of birds flew to freedom releasing
All of the wicked spells that had almost killed the spirit of every living thing there
She had found her new destination


I've attempted to put the 5 pieces of this story in one place for ease of reading
This set is story verse A:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-series-b.html 

Wordle #61 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/06/17/wordle-61-a-bakers-dozen/
blend, latch, chest, current, draft, string,crack, spare, temper, refrain, racket, trace, strike
Process Notes: With gentle nudges from wonderful readers and a great wordle list I continue with story verse to: ‘Journeyman Woman?’, ‘Maiden Voyage?’, that can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sunday-whirl-60-maiden-voyage.html
And making the flying leap connection to the boy who pretended to be mute in ‘Sorcery’:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/sorcery.html as well as:
‘Unsavory Slavery’ which can be found in a link at the bottom of ‘Sorcery’
Through the thick woods there is a path marked...you are welcome to follow...



While the list of contributors here grows, please do not feel slighted if I miss reading your additions. I leave a link in with my comments to your piece, please do the same when visiting me - I will then often succeed in  making a return visit. 

WWP 109 Pearly?

WWP Finding Pearls... 109
Pearly?
I lifted the latch again and pushed

why is there a gate?

I felt as though I was hanging in the balance

if justice is blind then why be judged at all?

I step over and trip over something.
~
I will go and visit Tygar

that’s what his name tag says

I stared at him with wide eyes

there is an implied ‘everyone expects St. Peter’

I urged him silently.
~
I stand and listen.

standard, standard, standard

~
I couldn’t help myself.

guilt perhaps - to correct misdeeds?

I’ve just signed a contract

just how long is a millenium...

I nodded wordlessly
~
I’ve got wings now

the halo comes a little later

I wondered how long it would take

at least my soul is safe

I was relieved about that as well.


The ‘pearls’ were taken from the book ‘Dragonscale Leggings’ by Freya Pickard.  
My additional lines are in italics... Just because I can’t leave well enough alone...
Looks like I actually did it 'write' I didn't realize it wasn't a true 'Cento'.JP/davh June 13,  2012

Sunday Whirl #60 Maiden Voyage?

Maiden Voyage?

Regina had used my saber - She had wanted nothing to trace her deed
Back to her own hand and for that plus my own cunning, I was granted my freedom
I would not witness how she used my blade to nail our mother’s fate -
A stain that will forever blacken my spirit

What excuses, bluffs, she would use to brush or explain the old woman’s death
Will remain haunting shadows - for surely if I am not there she could
Easily blame me, but I have a lock my half siblings hair and some finger nail clippings
Buried in separate vessels under a young willow (in another town)

I could take these bits to the mage and spell the vain and pompous woman with heavy age
This was my leverage - I threatened back that I would make her crawl, be cripple and dine
On stones If she refused to grant me passage through the Corona Gate at midnight
With her new pennant as a guarantee of safe egress

Once passed the gate I forced my steed at full gallop under a waning moon
After we crossed the river and tossed her bloodied rag, did I feel marginally safer
My trembling heart once a swift drum beat slowed to the pace of my horse -
Which I finally allowed to walk after such a long and stressful press...

If I ever lose the strength and companionship of my great roan, Booker
I will continue to crawl through mud, run through fire, even jump from high cliffs
To distance myself from the rising evil that was birthed the day Regina was born -
There just has to be something better - I can hope can’t I?

JulesPaige/davh

The words of the Sunday Whirl # 60: http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/06/10/wordle-60/
bluffs, willow, corona, brush,  trembled, mud, crawl, vessels, nail, stain, shadows, stones
Process notes:To my dear readers who wanted more of ‘Journeyman Woman?’ found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/monday-melting-20-journeyman-woman.html
The Wordle list provided a splendid selection of words that allowed for brief explanation with room to grow.

Monday Melting #20 Journeyman Woman?

Journeyman Woman?
The lines were drawn in the dew of morning
And hers was not the signature on the edict
Proclaiming her sisters’ name to be eponymous
Throughout the land -

So her elder sister Regina shared their mother’s iconic profile
That was simply due to the chance and gel of the husband de jour
The current warriors would soon find out that while their seemingly feminine
Leader chose to wear pastel tulle...

That the new queen had a hidden hunger and tenacity
That could and would easily flick each man like a
Set domino that once toppled might not be uprighted
For a very long time -

There was no longer time for mourning
The passing of  mother - who would suspect her death was planned?
No time to clean off the kohl that smudged her eyes from wiping tears
Johannah mounted her steed...

There were enough pawns for Regina to push around
She cleaned her saber and tossed the blood soiled pennant
Into the middle of the swift river that she was crossing
A new life waited somewhere else

JulesPaige/davh

*Process notes: While I haven’t seen the new movie(s) based on the fairy tale of the moment...animated or otherwise...I think there may have been just a tad of an influence - and well all the words seemed to fit. I’m also reading a book where the dragon slayer is a woman! You might also enjoy... ‘Dragonscale Leggings’ by Freya Pickard
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/06/04/monday-melting-week-20/
1) tulle 2) chance 3) signature 4) kohl 5) eponymous 6) lines 7)feminine 8) warrior 9) edict 10) hunger
11) dew 12) flick 13) iconic 14) gel 15) tenacity
*Perhaps an explanation provided by the Sunday Whirl Wordle list #60:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/06/sunday-whirl-60-maiden-voyage.html

WWP prompt # 108: Countenance

Countenance

Have you seen The Mona Lisa?
Mystery abounds with each artistic brush stroke

We share many secrets she and I
Hers on canvas, mine in a mirror

They say on can read the soul through eyes...
While the iris provides variety of color -

The pupil is both the student and the teacher
following the path of smile lines from ear to ear

With each artistic flare of recorded word
There is something concrete, perhaps a treasure

Enjoy the laughter that we will share of guessing at
The meaning of what could just have been a simple smile

We share many secrets, Miss Mona Lisa and I
Perhaps we had the same masterful artist paint our essence?

JulesPaige/davh (c)May 31, 2012

WWP #108 Face up to it...Process notes: Just take a look at Miss Mona...
and you can see me, we could be distantly related? OK very distantly :)  
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/06/06/prompt-108-its-post-your-poems-day/#comments