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At the Mirror Blog Share: Sighs of Solitude

Today I’m sharing a post from Jude Itakali. Jude writes fabulous poetry: freeform, syllabic form, and frequently a combination of the two blended with poetic prose. His posts are often like journeys, leading his readers along a path through his thoughts and feelings. Sighs of Solitude is a piece of Tanka Prose, a syllabic form in response to Colleen’s Wordcraft Tanka Tuesday challenge. It’s beautiful.

Jude was also incredibly kind to give a shout-out for The Necromancer’s Daughter. I was delighted and honored by the gesture. I hope you enjoy Jude’s mesmerizing talent.

Sighs of Solitude

by Jude Itakali

sighs of solitude
listen to conflict’s whispers
reconciling depths
some woes come from good intent
rebirths that will never die

In the deep stillness, I ponder scars long etched in my blemishfree beginnings, healed yet forever barren. I ignore the itch of scabs…

(continue reading Sighs of Solitude)

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At the Mirror Blog Share: Gypsy

Due to the unavoidable chaos in my daily life, my “Sunday Blog Share” turned into a “Weekend Blog Share.” Then it turned into a “Whenever-I-can-fit-it-in Blog Share,” but that title was too long, so here we are … on Tuesday “At the Mirror.” This one should stick.

I’m sharing a post from Holly, who blogs at House of Heart. Holly writes poetry and poetic prose. Her work is wonderfully sensory, full of exquisite imagery, and often sultry and shaded with longing. Sometimes I read her work and gasp; other times I swoon, but I’m always awed by her talent. If you haven’t read her work, this piece, titled Gypsy, is a beautiful place to start. I hope you enjoy it.

Gypsy

by Holly from House of Heart

Loneliness is a territory marked with danger, filled with monsters and typhoons, loneliness is a contagion.

The sound of Spanish music floats up the stairs and like tule fog slips beneath my door, reminding me that life exists outside.

The rhythmic sounds turn my cheeks pink, my lips red. I wear my dress of magenta and my hair falls down my back like an upside down flame…

(continue reading Gypsy)