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The glamour of her skin faded
like late-afternoon sunbeams
that settled on rose petals 'dust
But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still glowing bright
Like a freshly washed white frock of an ingenue child
A child who knew, each flutter of a butterfly churning deep inside
was to be preserved for this ineffable day.
Today , the day She was to greet 'the one '
Down the valley , by the orchid tree
where minutes ticked seconds and time.
For so long , She waited for this moment
to turn and find him there , to look him in those eyes
Eyes circled with wrinkles of loss and laughter
of many deaths and life.
His demure maiden . The cynosure who filled his thoughts
without even knowing how or why , For weeks, months, and years
Was She there by his side ,or was this another betraying vision
of the lissome lady's smile ?
It was her voice . It was the mellifluous sound of her song
lulling him into sleep.This was not Endymion's dream
Nor an unheard wish on spumes of falling stars.
This was the warmth of his breath upon her neck's nape
It was their once so vacant hearts , beating one to one.
It was their holding of hands, their first promised dance.
A panacea to a long term desease of loss , and loss again.
A new chapter -to be continued.
A sempiternal journey of what little time remains.
Trembling hands ,Scribbling verses on hopskotch
Alll ending with the same repeated names
and unforgettable joyous refrains.
Thanks for the ten words challenge S.One
1) Glamour , 2) Chatoyant, 3) Igenue , 4) ineffable , 5) demure
6) Sempiternal , 7) panacea, 8) mellifluous, 9 )lissome , 10) cynosure
Who wants to know the meaning of all these ten words
pls read S. One 's ten word challenge poem.
Fiction Poem
Upon a harlequin floored stage
a ghostly figure rises amidst vapors
or perhaps it's my dulled imagination
after sipping hot Hibiscus tea ~
No starry starry night
only darkness foreshadows
the ball of masquerades
Cloaked in gown of sanguine velvet,
an enchantress lifts her veil
a diaphanous disguise for her eyes
that wish to see a lady fair ~
"Mirror, mirror," she seeks reassurance
from the looking glass she holds dear
Expecting to hear her feminine allure
would tempt both man and beast ~
those who would drool and feast
upon her tasty flesh ~
hers not virginally pure
No voice does she intercept
as she embraces the ornate silver frame
but a glimpse fills her with fear ~
for in horrors of hell
she sees her body on fire
What folly has Somov brushed
painting strokes of her in such a scene
She was not cast in a tragedy
that's not what her script lines read
an enchantress' beauty lasts forever
But lo ~ the mirror is mysterious
does not hang from wall height ~
tis far too tall on this nefarious night
What cad is it who cleverly stands
behind the coddled courtesan's glass?
A praying mantis or jealous ingenue
who wants her chance to play the part
of the engaging enchantress
Versus me
(chilling as an outsize ego freezer)
profusely perspiring
and heavily panting
experiencing one after another
stuff whet dreams are made
frolicking in autumn mist
(think Maxfield Parrish painting)
while skirt chasing
and playfully tackling,
a gamesome gamine with verve
mercilessly coquettish ingenue
"precociously seductive"
overgrown Lolita wannabe.
Solitude and introvertedness
mebbe made more manifest destiny
courtesy severe nasal notable twang
(otherwise known as split uvula)
yours truly wittingly drew taunts
and unutterable pang
to escape being bullied as scapegoat
entering magical world
of mine imagination
fostered learning about
all creatures great and small
by age appropriate books.
Logophile lusts ever stronger after
twenty six letter combinations
(analogously surrendering to mistress)
that yield an estimated 171,146 words
currently in use in the English language;
according to the Oxford English Dictionary,
an additional 47,156 obsolete words exist.
I luxuriate engrossed
with choice reading material
and out of desperation
to slake insatiable thirst
(to discern syllabification)
yours truly doth read aloud
intently hearing cadence
of vowels and consonants.
Up until I entered six grade
(at Henry Kline elementary -
a one classroom per grade - school)
classmates bullied, derided,
and feigned to hammer -
jabbing leering, nasty
pimping ragout as a rule
which boyhood self of mine
availed a perfect bullseye target
with combination of diminutiveness,
being painfully quiet,
essentially remaining mum the entire day
except when called upon to answer question
thence utterance emanating between lips
produced and emitted
a strong nasal sound to boot
grist for the mill
sans malice meted, mimicked,
and mocked mashup
of mine warped congestion.
They decided early that color
was wrong for McMurtry’s novel.
Peter left his wife after he discovered
Cybil on the cover of Seventeen.
He fired her assistant, when she upset
her by trying to run lines. He fought
with camera men, grips, the rest
of the crew. Cloris and Ellen got sloshed
every night, holding each other
through spasms of grief, unable to bury
their dying marriages. Tim, still hot
from his turn in Trumbo’s Johnny
Got His Gun, ached for the ingenue
goddess Peter kept all to himself.
Driving her in the 48 Ford Sunchariot,
black patch bandaging his wounded
eye, the pain comes off Tim in waves.
Raw performers, drenched
in disappointment and endless
hurt. The whimper of bed
springs when Sonny makes love
to Ruth Popper. Sam the Lion losing
his hold beside calm black water. Lois
in her cooler than cool killer black
sunglasses and scarf, flipping off
the town alpha. The longing in
Genevieve's broken smile. An elegy
to hope: Hank Williams wailing
(he sounds too blue to fly) ice wind
and black dust swarming
like a spell. Crumbs thrown
to the hungry ghost of rejection.
You cannot have me.
You. Cannot. Have. Me.
envelope rhyme
Humpty Dumpty, brave fall guy
attended the King's Christmas ball.
He never guessed his downfall,
empty headed, brain gone awry.
Humpty Dumpty's sneaky try,
bucking the Queen's serving line,
“Expelled! out back, you shall dine!”
close by yon royal pig sty.
Humpty Dump, give us a clue,
"Why did you behave so rudely?"
Your etiquette, so crudely
like a simple, naïve ingenue.
Humpty Dumpty then stone-walled
devouring a dozen eggs
plus twenty-four chicken legs
Sprawled thither on stone wall, he stalled.
Thus, Humpty Dumpty got bumped,
a bold nudge from one palace horse:
"Noble king cannot endorse
a cannibal, so totally stumped.”
December 17, 2019
Her cremated ashes scattered to all the four winds
White, powdery and chalk like material
Devoid of any vestigial semblance
To her once living and vibrant self
That unique persona pulverized and vaporized
(Housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray
Ballroom dance teacher
A half-century plus prior to demise
Which beauty, charm and grace
Quickly caught the attention of my father,
Who courted and eventually proposed
To this young flirt and ingenue tease of a gal)
Inert organic matter now represents
Sole residual embodiment
Reduced to dust and near nothingness
Former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh
Weighing no more than
A dozen hatch marks on the scale
Absence still bears down heavy
Like some millstone round the neck
Per the black hole void
Created by defeat with Grim Reaper
Toward this woman
Who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
Momma’s only grown son
Still feel ripples of grievous sadness
No matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
In addition to emotional conflicts between us
Which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
And a legacy of discord writ large
Across the tapestry of my life.
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
Long ago in a far away land lived a woman who
had style and "glamor". No longer was she "demur"
she possessed so much confidence. She was
the "cenynosure" for all the men in her small village"
This beauty had came along way. She was a orphan
at a young age and went through" ineffable" things
to hard to express. One day she was given "panacea"
and her life changed instanstanly.
She became a lovely creature with "chatoyant" eyes".
Not a trace of the" ingenue" woman she once was.
Men were spellbound by her"melliflous" voice and
her" lissome walk.
I never tire of this touching tale because this
amazing woman was my great, great grandmother.
Alexis Y
5-15-16
Author's note this tale is pure fiction. Just my spin on
Silent One's Challenge.
She is aware of distance,
a distance that replaces smooth with wrinkle,
that adds weight to where it once fell away,
a distance as controllable as a storm, as time itself.
It feels likes a rope thinning,
each frayed line of twine aims
to remind that no longer
is she considered fine and soon
a lover’s 'mine and thine' will
drown in a bottle of wine, corked.
Mirrors reflect a youth in famine,
spotted with age like a dalmatian
with rheumatic limbs. Breath stinking.
Like the missing t in her name she
wonders where her ingenue years are.
They curled into smoke, melted ice, a suitcase
misplaced. She hopes in finger crossed wishes
that he is not aware of this distance,
this distance that seemed to matter not when they met
but these years eight between them spread slowly,
a molasses seeping over skin and sex,
showing him her true self – aged, past –
dry dirt on an earth that only celebrates pastures new.
We walked home
Hand in hand
You were just a girl
me a boy
pretending to be a man
We held tightly to our nothing
Wrapping it fully within the wanting
Not really knowing
who we were
or what we were needing
So it was so easy
to sink into heavy breathing
Me the innocent boy
you my ingenue
We loved each other for a time
It seemed the right thing to do
You were my cynosure
a crystal blue eyed angel
naked and demure
Tentatively innocent
yet somehow you seemed so sure
I wanted you to unlock my sad lonely
still I kept looking elsewhere for a cure
A panacea
for the missing parts inside of me
So I searched
wanting to see
my sempiternal possibility
Feelings ineffable
I wanted so bad to feel full
Why couldn't I hold onto us
or resist the pull
I was a sad black sheep
searching for virgin wool
I thought maybe
beyond my awkward stammer
in the wider world of glamour
I could be a mellifluous camper
Yet secretly I knew
I was neither lissome or free
Why did I give up the us in we?
Binding myself in a place
I was never meant to be
There in a chatoyant box
locked with a golden key
It would take years
For me to be able to see
What my crystal blue baby
seen inside of me
In the end
knowing I was loveable
is what set the boy free
You showed me
the man I was meant to be!
I completed Silent's ten word challenge.
"Next Poem, Erased on a Sharp Black Line"
The more I try to erase you
The more you present sharp and present
Oligarchy claps on,
Teeth sharp and tongues bite venomous in numbers
There you are walking
barefoot and blindfolded
on a Sharp Black Line
Daring to dive in
Here I await your presence
In the swim
A shadow drowning
under brittle crystal hours
hooked by lip
silent
Aqua smile shatters a
dry paper kiss
Fingers touch written lines
not the bees stinging
with their
thick
sticky honey
Fingers tracing lips
The tongue spoken
between broken
and bliss
Alive,
not drowning
waving
Something in the story
missed
Absent
Ingenue
Transformation
Tryst
To sleep,
close my eyelids
who's counting on you,
next poem
erased on a sharp black line
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/1TuOT324neg
Thom Yorke/Ingenue
Ingenue/Lyrics, Thom Yorke
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