Yearning (NaPoWriMo)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-six-5/

Prompt: write a poem that uses repetition…repeat a word, or phrase…even repeat an image, perhaps slightly changing or enlarging it from stanza to stanza, to alter its meaning.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/rdp-wednesday-book/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/22/fort/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/longing/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/25/yearning/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/24/your-daily-word-prompt-renew-april-24-2019/

Yearning for time to open pages

Disappear inside bound papered

Walls, fort of words, escape…book.

Longing for printed lines that renew

Refresh mood, mental getaway.

Yearning burns for story which

Embraces me, a boon companion…

For ink-profiled characters more

Authentic, 3-dimensional, than

Most real people invested in.

Urgency in longing, yearning…

Time lifts broad tapestried wings

Of blinding hue.  Luxury journey

Literary—hands turning dim pages

Shakily—soon will pass from view.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Ferry Me, Love (NaPoWriMo)

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eighteen-5/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/16/ferry/

I’m skating in at nearly the eleventh hour to hopefully fulfill NaPoWriMo’s optional prompt, which speaks to grief, loss, love… Ennle


Ferry me, in your arms, Love

Cradled across Time, opal-starred

Ocean…where you are forever.

Take me back to childhood’s

Naïve belief that dreams were

More real than imagined possibles

Flights of whimsy fanciful…not

Slated to only come true for

Someone smarter, an exotic

Gilt-edged rose; or one not broken

Too soon to untwist brain’s bent

Wires and limbs of heart, their pale

Weak marrow diseased.

Ferry me, in your arms, to a place

Where you’d love me without

Question, second thought as to folly

Or wisdom, others’ opinions…

Because you knew your own mind

Captained your ship to success, against

Critic’s sharp (petty, envious) waves…

Because the 30 years’ span, differences

Between your bright-lights world, mine

Would disappear, mere movie mist…

The sky is prickled with gemstone’s fire

Ferry me, my Love…

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Staring Into Face of Time

Three Line Tales, Week 165

photo by Stijn te Strake via Unsplash

It was to be a relaxing day, old friends getting together…just “being”, not being “something” or obliged to “do” anything.

We went to lunch, gorged on things we wouldn’t ordinarily afford; giggled and talked about everything we used to find so easy, comfortable when we were much younger.

Afterward, we stepped into the museum with clock tower that I’d never visited…I looked at Penny, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, and said, “it’s been a wonderful day with you, but what an ending—we’re staring straight into the face of Time”…then we hugged, laughing through tears together.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

10 Long Years, Not Enough

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/03/26/story-starter-challenge-24/

Prompt: “Ten long years.”

My neighbor moved away, after

Living Ten Long Years in Apt 8…

Except, as he was packing and I

Was wiping away shocked tears, it

Didn’t seem like a long time at all.

We had an on-and-off relationship

Better than most friends, neighbors.

I disagreed with his politics, spiritual

Beliefs, and what seemed to me his

Contradictory principles.  And his

Arrogant, egocentric, self-aggrandizing

“All about him” focus drove me nuts

Most days…but we had a similar sense

Of humor and level of intelligence, with

Ability to communicate fairly well. 

A lot of the same things bugged the

Heck out of both of us—there were

Plenty external issues to trigger rants.

Sometimes he was a real butt-head…

Others, he could be generous, helpful

And he was a good listener when he

Wasn’t talking about himself.

I’m no saint…he said I could be a “handful”.

There was no “attraction” to each

Other, the kind that can mess up

A friendship…and he’d eat literally

Anything I cooked, a boon to this

Compulsive cook.

I assumed he’d live here forever…

That we’d grow old together, me

Upstairs…him, in the apartment below.

Our favorite saying was that something/

Someone was taking, or had taken

“Forever and a day”…to which the

Respondent would add, “it’s that

Day following that does you in”.

Ten years, learning to know and

Tolerate each other…of respect…

Cold silences…comfortable

Familiarity, like old shoes.  Ten years

Wasn’t long…not long enough.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Buried Journey

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #6

Life’s road went on…on

Sands of years drifting over

Relentless, arid

Often obscuring vision

Covering shame, secret heart

~

Dry grit in mouth, mind

Wind, manic woman sweeping

Grainy tide ne’er ebbs

I walked awhile till feet burned

Journey buried ‘neath gilt dunes

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Ryan’s Ladder

What do you See? March 19/2019

“Look up here, Love!

Yes, it’s me…I promised

I’d come back to you.

You’re a vision to behold

I  missed you so.

I know, I know…gone a very

Long time…but Today’s

The beginning of Forever…

We’ll not be separated now.

Aren’t the colors spectacular?

More vibrant than I’d dreamed

And painted, passing afternoons.

Much to tell each other, yes…

I long to wrap you in my arms

Won’t let you slip, I’ll kiss you

Till you’re breathless, recapture

Years withheld from us as we

Waited…lives and times apart…

Swift-spinning world below.

Hey, have you met van Gogh?

I caught a glimpse of him

Walking, just a minute ago…

Do I smell cinnamon rolls?

You must be working in the

Kitchen, as you’d hoped.

My, I can’t get over the sky

A-swirl…remember, we used

To marvel, evenings…it’s oh

Far More.  We can reach out

Here, actually touch the sparkle

Wafting tingly…and the breeze

Is like it was in the islands!

Remarkable! my mind clear again.

But, Love, tell me one small thing…

Is there a ladder on your side…for you?”

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Image: Pixabay.com