Pretty Little Girly Things

 

Image by Jo Justino from Pixabay

the pretty little girly things

dressed like fairies with shiny wings

fear one thing above all others;

turning into their grandmothers.

a thing of beauty is a joy

admired by all the handsome boys.

boys don't ever want their lovers

turning into their grandmothers.

a pretty girl and desired so

she's adored everywhere she goes.

girls avoid if they've their druthers

turning into their grandmothers.

the pretty little girly things

turning into their grandmothers.

notes

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/29/oct-29-prompts-halloween-party/

Imagine you are at a Halloween party in the future. What are you afraid of before you go? Imagine it’s the best Halloween party you could ever go to and nothing goes wrong, everything is the best Halloween party fun you can imagine. Write a poem describing the experience with all of your senses.

I wasn't really feeling those overly optimistic instructions, so you got the gloomy, gritty goods instead.

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/kyriellesonnet.html

A Kyrielle Sonnet consists of 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming couplet). Just like the traditional Kyrielle poem, the Kyrielle Sonnet also has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain (usually appearing as the last line of each stanza). Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet consists of only eight syllables. French poetry forms have a tendency to link back to the beginning of the poem, so common practice is to use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This would also re-enforce the refrain within the poem. Therefore, a good rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet would be:

AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay 

It's all right being an old owl

Sometimes you even find a pal.

Carpe Diem #1791: Bare Branches

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bare branches

a painting against the blue sky

leaves under my feet

crunch foretelling coming snow

chill breeze blowing through the air

bare branches like claws

reach into the great unknown

hard winter ahead

too little snow or too much

the wind chills me to my bones

the blue sky turns gray

the snow begins to fall down

blown by the cold wind

I retreat inside the house

the cold tries to reach me there

the leaves are long gone

to the earth or raked away

nothing can linger

things that lose their youthful shine

are hidden away from view

unforgiving sky

tells of foul weather to come

thankful for warning

I plan my week according

to the weather prophecy

chill breeze cuts through me

its cruelty refreshing

brutal honesty

the winter shows no mercy

to anything in its path

~Cie~

Notes:

The Hokku of the first verse was written by Yozakura the Unknown Haiku Poet. The rest can be attributed to me.

Trapped

 Not my art. I wish! Afraid I don't know the source.

Trapped 

I feel like I’m trapped

In one of those old movies where the earth does open

I thought we could find some place to anchor

But we are still adrift, floating

 

O tired song of what we thought

Repeating endlessly within our heads

Mocking the reality of what we now know is truth

Sometimes it takes too damn long to become dead

 

I used to think if I could go back in time

I’d beat my younger self just like a thug

But these days I’ve so much sympathy in me

I’d give that lost and hurting soul a hug

 

We cannot foresee what is to come

The moments of happiness are few and far between

The moments of tragedy weigh us down like stones

I would not wish on anyone the things I’ve felt and seen

 

People do not long for youth to be young and pretty

We long for youth so we don’t have to know

About all the losses we will face in life

The myriad of sorrows stoop our shoulders when we’re old

 

~Cie~

Prompts used:

1. those old movies where the earth does open – Fault by Ron Koertge
2. but we are still adrift, floating – Song Book by Naomi Shihab Nye
3. O tired song of what we thought -The Snow Leopard Mother by Jennifer K. Sweeney

 

OctPoWriMo 2014: Day 5

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Death March

In the cool of the evening when everything is getting kinda groovy

(Who the hell am I kidding? Nothing has been groovy for a hell of a long time.)

A cool voice greets me on the telephone

(Like that's going to happen)

Asking me if I want to come out and chill with him

I say "What the hell, let me get my coat?"

(Honestly, I'd probably say "Nah, I'm going to take a nap.)

Some think of autumn as a time of death

The leaves die and turn brown

Certain plants die 

Others go dormant

Some think of this change as sad

It doesn't trouble me

I haven't entirely changed my heathen ways

I used to turn to the worship of the old deities for comfort

This isn't devil worship, as the closed-minded believe

There's no devil involved

Satan is a construct of the religion I adhered to prior to this

They can have him

I left both these religions behind because of closed minds

Because of judgment

Because of a "my way or the highway" attitude

However, I still remember learning that autumn was not in fact a time of decay

It pleases me to keep this thought

Autumn is first the time of harvest

This is followed by renewal and rebirth

This is nothing bad or sad

We in modern times have structures which keep us from freezing

(Some of us do anyway)

We have refrigerators and pantries in which to store food

We don't have to fear as people did in older times

The change of seasons is not what makes me melancholy

The voice on the other end of the phone is the Grim Reaper

Honestly, death does not bother me so very much either

I'm tired of struggling

But I'm not so very fond of aging

I wouldn't care, except our society tells us that to age is to become ugly

I've never felt pretty, so now I really don't stand a chance

I don't like the change that age has brought to me

I don't mean the gray hair or a few lines--I could care less about that

(Oh yes, fuck you L'Oreal and Juvederm, and especially you, Botox)

I mean the lessening of my abilities

Which happen in spite of yoga or cardio workouts or strength training or any of that

The eyesight dims a little

The hearing becomes less acute

The body becomes stiffer

More vulnerable to disease

I don't like that much at all

I'm not quite ready to go on the final date

When I feel I've never really lived

I'm in the autumn of my life

Winter will be here all too quickly

Or not soon enough

Time goes by, with or without my permission

Welcome to the fall

~Helena~

Helena prefers free verse. Can you tell?