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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)

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Weekend Blog Share: Touch of Midnight

My “Weekend Blog Share” is turning out to be a monthly blog share. Yeesh. I love sharing the beautiful work of other bloggers, but sometimes life gets a little frantic.

Well, it’s the weekend, and today I’m delighted to share a short piece of poetic prose from Layla Todd of Nin Chronicles. Her writing is simply luscious, and I had a hard time picking something from so many beautiful options!

I’ve closed comments here and hope you’ll head to Layla’s to finish reading. And check out her lovely poetry while you’re there. ❤

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Touch of Midnight

by Layla Todd

The moonlight makes shadows dance across the lawn and fills the valleys between the hills in my backyard with pools of silken darkness. Dew is gathering on the grass, and I am walking in the cool beneath the fruit trees watching the fireflies spark like stars in the expanse of land around me. When I step on blossoms fallen from the flowering fruit trees, perfume fragrances my skin.

The forest line rises to my left. The creek gurgles quietly as it snakes its way through the woods. A large splotch of soft shadow just ahead….

(Continue Reading: Touch of Midnight by Layla Todd)