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Spilling Whiskey and Secrets

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Spilling Whiskey and Secrets

Sleeping at my doorstep
Dried tears on my cheeks
Another whiskey down
Whisking memories out
Another night of tale-tells
Of drunken soliloquies
Won’t anybody listen?
Won’t anybody care?

There’s a story at the bottom of this bottle…

Let’s spill the night
With secrets—
You be the legend,
I be the pen.
MS


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Musical Muse. Today, Mish asks us to choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow our own poem from it.

Just recently, I drew the image above with the lyrics from one of my favorite punk rock bands, All Time Low. The song is entitled, Dear Maria, Count Me In, which they said was inspired by a stripper named Maria. *chuckles* Here’s my take.

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I Dream In Circles

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I Dream In Circles

I dream in circles
Chasing the tail end
Of what once was
Of what will never be
Running after a shadow
Calling out a name
Only to wake from
The ghost of a dream
That fades like a mist
At the hint of daybreak
MS


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille #38: Dream hosted by De. Image source: Favim

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What Visits In The Night?

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What Visits In The Night?

She hides beneath the sheets
As if the fabric helps
To chase away the kiss
That memory has fetched
The bedroom door’s ajar
To let the nightmares out
That visits on her sleep
Within the midnight hour
MS


In response to dVerse’s MTB: Trimeter hosted by Frank with his piece, Blaming the Moon. This piece is inspired by a senryu entitled, Happening,  written by Davy  D.

Image Source: Favim

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Exes and Fires

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Exes and Fires

I looked at you through the dissipating smoke. Your eyes have turned gray with age but the hint of smile never left them. As nostalgia sat between us, I wondered in silence why we didn’t last. What went wrong?

I thought of the day we decided to call it quits. There was no shouting in the room, just a sigh. A deep breath that freed us from the shackles of a failing relationship. We knew it was coming. The end was long overdue.

Your mouth curved into a smile as you stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray. You probably can read my mind. You always did. So I threw the question out and heard your answer that mirrored my own: “We were each other’s fire.”

Two flickering sparks
Colliding into a fire
On a moonlit night

Image Source: Favim


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: The End hosted by Paul Scribbles.

This evening I want you to think about ‘THE END.’ What does that phrase mean for you ? The end of life as we know it? The end of the road? The end of a relationship? The end of a job? The end of the poem? The end of the beginning? The beginning of the end? The possibilities are END-less 😉

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Submission

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Submission

I submit to your dominance
Like a foolish myrmidon
Jump in circle if you need—
This soul’s entangled to yours
My virtues are figments
Lost in the willowwacks
Your love enslaves me and
With a glint of utter fear
I tremble of being free

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: MKAphotography


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Fear hosted by Victoria C. Slotto and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #166 hosted by Yves.

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The Baptism

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The Baptism

My feet trudge the dark earth
Outlining little puddles
The furious sky flaunts its prowess
Upon us lowly creatures
My dress is drenched in the downpour
But my eyes flicker with hope
Like a child blessed with holy water
Within this rain is my baptism

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Flicker hosted by Grace and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #174 hosted by Nekneeraj.

Last April, I’ve had the chance to work with Reylia Slaby during the A to Z challenge. Although I was 8 letters short in completing the challenge, it was fun and exciting expressing her photos through poems. The photo above is entitled, We Summon Our Own Rain. Interesting title, eh? 

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Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom

She stopped letting the world fill her in
And found comfort in solitude instead
No more do this and that; you can’t and you must
Just the resounding beat of her heart
Unfurling she finally realized
Where the world has ceased, she has begun
And this rock bottom that she was in
Turned into her very stepping stone

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Artwork by Elliana Esquivel


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Poems that could save your life hosted by Kim.

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Happy Tire(d)

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Happy Tire(d)

I’ve been dragged through mud
Treaded over prickly grass
I’ve soiled smooth-covered floors
Spinning round and round and round

I’ve seen good days and bad
Rough edges and perfect curves
When I asked for a cleaner life
I was born for the grime

But I never complained
Though my head spins with air
For when I’m old and jaded
I have you by my side

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Image Source: Favim


In response to dVerse’s Soil Poetics hosted by Bjorn.

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On Persistent Winters

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On Persistent Winters

The snow kisses the trees and fields
And wrap them with a white quilt
But little did the snowflakes know
I have found my summer in you

On persistent winters I am snug with love
Slithering my way to feel your warmth
My winter love, oh how I pray
For time to freeze this very day

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Poetics: Wish you were here… hosted by the lovely De.

If only I could taste the winter with that somebody, I’d probably write this on a post-it note over a breakfast in bed. But, unfortunately, this will have to wait. Haha! A big “AYE, AYE” to De for saying that April is the wildest poetry month. 

Also, still two letters behind, here’s a late entry written for A to Z Challenge: Letter O.

Today’s photograph is entitled On Persistent Winters by Reylia Slaby. You can find more of her works on her Facebook Page and Instagram account.

YAY! Let the challenge commence!

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Read more 2017 A to Z Challenge entries here!

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