mummed magic

the scarlet leaf
of the almost bare autumn tree,
s  l  o  w  l  y , ever s  l  o  w  l  y ,
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
from its home twig
to its grave earth.

the crystal snowflake
of the heavy, winter cloud
g e n t l y , ever g e n t l y ,
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
i
n
g
from its throne in heaven
to its melting ground.

the brave sprout
of the fresh, spring seed
s o f t l y , ever s o f t l y ,
e
s
c
a
p
i
n
g
its cotyledons’ cave
towards the sky’s bright, open shade.

the soft, infant rays
of the smiling, summer sun
g e n t l y , ever g e n t l y,
b
u
r
s
t
i
n
g
into tiny sparkles of warmth
to kiss the waiting land.

these are earth’s mummed magic,
they need no noise to be majestic.

P.S. Is it evident that I fantasize about four seasons too much? 😀
09.06.2017
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In response to Magic by Paul of paul scribbles.
So my poetic pals, your task if you choose to accept it, is to pen a poem using the word MAGIC in some form or write a piece that is quite simply MAGICAL. You know you can.
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Dear Seasons

Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress—
from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red,
from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare.

Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change—
from chilling trace of frost to charming whiff of blooming flowers
and then to sweet vibrant smell of the sun and finally to loamy, rustic earth aroma.

Like a locked desire I hope to bask my senses into your stunning metamorphosis,
my dear seasons.

Note: Living in a country with two seasons (wet and dry), autumn and winter have been my fascinations since I am a little girl. This is why they are mostly the inspirations of my poems and fictions. 😉
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In response to dVerse‘s Open Link Night # 182 by Bodhirose  who wrote about Florida’s Fall.

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Summer Choir

I still remember: the gentle rush of the calm yet humming cerulean ocean as it hugs the waiting sun-bathed sand and silent shells ashore; the sweet whisper of the whistling wind as it combs the golden grass strands who always beg for more; and then the loud yet soothing klee-ew sounds of the winged gulls flying freely above the expansive salted-water-made floor.

Our beating hearts sung
softly with that summer choir.
Do you remember?

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In response to dVerse‘s Tuesday Poetics: The Sound of LOVE by Walter J. Wojtanik. Read his Whispers of Love, too.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 17th 2016 … a summer tale.

Sand and Ghost

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Sand and Ghost

Gold sand basked in summer sun,
follows the wind wherever it blows,
like my heart that goes after your ghost.

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Photo credit: Fabio Rose


In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Fourteen.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

 

Summer’s Kiss*

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Summer’s Kiss*

*A collaboration with my Queen of Sonnets, who I consider a dear friend,  Melinda Kucsera of In Media Res.

Melinda, an eloquent poetess and a gifted fantasy writer, is the author of epic fantasy adventure Stars and Angel Sing. Visit her blog and take a thrilling journey as she takes you to the enchanted world of Shayari.


Summer’s Kiss

Golden bright sun shows off its glorious crowns
Rays that slice clouds into ribbons of silk
Beams that kiss fully bloomed flowering grounds
Those sapphire skies that invite us to bilk
Warm breeze embraces once frozen twigs, trees
Begs us to ditch work and run in the fields
Cloudless sky releases our fun-soul free
Fingers comb through wildflowers that appealed
Come sink,  swim, sing as summer’s zest remains
The bees’ drone keeps time as they kiss flowers
Soon shining sun will shy away again
Signal the season’s done in leaf showers
Earth tones will erase the colorful schemes
And pave the way for winter’s icy gleam.

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WRITING 101: Seasons

My soul still search for you.

For five long years, I was able to avoid this street. I was able to erase this area. I wanted to avoid you. I wanted to avoid us.

Until my car stopped. It ceased to move, for reasons I don’t know. I guess it brought me here. To the corner we call our own.

Winter, spring, summer and fall, this bench was ours.

It was a cold December night when you find me in this corner. I said my name, you said yours.

It was a blooming April morning when you asked me to be yours. Of course, I said yes.

It was a hot yet so bright July afternoon when you gave me that ring. I said I love you and you said you do, too.

I waited for you on that fateful day of October. I can vividly smell the earth-scents and feel the sky-winds as I saw you walk towards me.

I thought it was you. But it wasn’t you. I thought you will come for me. But instead, I went to see you. I waited for you on our corner. But you didn’t wait for me. It’s humidly autumn, but you laid still, chillingly frozen.

“Enough,” I said to myself.

I went back to my car because I cannot stand to be in this corner anymore.

I ran, then stopped abruptly when I saw my bloody self inside my crushed car.


Yay! This is the first time in so many years that I crafted a fictional very-short story and this feels great!

This post is inspired by Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 4 assignment. 

Day 4: A story in a single image

Yesterday, you found inspiration in one word and used it as a springboard for a post idea. Images — including photographs and works of art — can also act as starting points for stories, essays, poems, and personal musings. For this exercise, use one of the images above as the creative spark for today’s post. You might use it as the setting for a story or poem, write about how it makes you feel, or describe a memory conjured by it.

NOTE: This story has already a second part. Seasons Part II.

Please share your thoughts.

I highly value your comments, fellow bloggers. 🙂

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