X Marks the Spot

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/story-starter-challenge-20/ Today’s sentence: “X marks the spot.”

‘X’ marks the spot…

‘Ex’ marked the spot

Point where life had

To change…

Required new map.

Divorce is harsh, wretched…

Not heart’s first preference

But my choice nonetheless…

Somebody has to say when

Enough’s enough.

Stripped soul to raw branches

Dry, chill-brittle, bare as winter.

Both end, and beginning

Led to next door, Life’s corridor

Handed me key ring

Better fit than wedding

Band; another map to study.

Wasn’t last door, there would be

More… I consult map periodically

Locate next marked “X”…

Survey interior surroundings

Mind, spirit…offer prayers…

Take slow breath, reach

For keys a-jingling

Get ready

To go forward.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Riverbed Days


Today’s prompt: tortilla, vault, riverbed

Bienvenido* Riverbed

Where we played as children

After munching tortillas made

By hand…neighborhood abuelita.**

Memories, diamonds in heart’s vault

Gilded days, skipping stones…

Laughter, monkey-chatter of carefree

Kids with dreams wide as horizon.

Riverbed’s dry now, all but erased…

Along with childhood’s open-soul face.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

*Spanish for Welcome, **Spanish for grandma

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Silence Found


Three years it took

To find the silence

Fires had bellowed

Across the earth

Bowing beams of

Houses and hearts

Before burning every

Framed room, fiber

Devastating forests

Dreams and souls…

Prayers like incense

Lifted, Heaven opened

Grace rains came cool

Tender wave upon wave

Replenishing land, causing

Seed to quicken, flourish again.

Having found silvered silence

Luminous riches folded within…

I put on its complementary

Garment of writing

Danced mute song of praise.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Mermaids and More

two worlds

Kat offers us another creative form to try in “found poetry” (aka “black out” poems).  Click the link above for more information on Kat’s post.  I’ve chosen the poem, “If You Have Seen”, by Thomas Moore…and have taken the words in BOLD to form a new poem.

If You Have Seen, by Thomas Moore

Good reader! if you e’er have seen,
When Phoebus hastens to his pillow
The mermaids, with their tresses green,
Dancing upon the western billow:
If you have seen, at twilight dim,
When the lone spirit’s vesper hymn
Floats wild along the winding shore:
If you have seen, through mist of eve,
The fairy train their ringlets weave,
Glancing along the spangled green;–
If you have seen all this and more,
God bless me! what a deal you’ve seen!


If you have seen mermaids…

Dancing at twilight dim

When lone spirit’s vesper hymn

Floats along winding shore

Through mist of eve…

You have seen this and MORE!

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Enigmatic Dancer (3TC)


Today’s prompt: uranium, moss, dancer

Toxic as uranium

In almost every way

She is nonetheless

An enchanting dancer

Toes spinning amid

Soft moss, swirling

Trance-like, arms raised

A vision of peace, love

Which has no boundaries…

And dark enigmatic pull

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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This Is Our Place

Twittering Tales #126 – 5 March 2019

Photo by Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com


Bored with burgers, pizza

Hungry for something new

Exciting…we drove around

Exploring, found old part of

Town, a little scary but we

Were young-in-love-adventurers

And there it was, crazy sign

Lured us into best un-celebrated

Restaurant for international cuisine

This is our place now!

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Fragile and Strong


I have seen this mystery:

A fragile soul shows sudden strength

As the strong one shatters, displaying

Uncharacteristic fragility.

Perhaps we don’t know what we’re

Composed of—which we are, strong

Or fragile—until circumstance sets

The stage, raises the curtain…

And there we are.

I have known this mystery…

For I am both fragile, and

Possessed of fortitude I don’t

Realize till time and tide

Reveal grand glimmer.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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