Dancing with Delusions (Blogo 8.11 Writing Challenge)

Dancing with Delusions

Darkness of the night sets in hard

A heart chilled by silent memories of the day

The sun abandons the sky for solace

 While the moon stands melancholy, in place

She weeps softly in the cover of night

For a love that was never shared

Nursing a façade of Eden found

The moment in time… she dared

Nothing is ever as it seems, buried in the umbra of passion

Illusions magically adorned by the hue of the moon.

Shadows carry their own province of deception

An enchanted vision, playfully silhouettes a darkened room

Dancing with delusion, as the clock strikes midnight

The tune tugs the strings of a hopeful heart

Immersed in a dream, once held in reverence

Sold in pieces to the highest bidder  -  a la carte.

It is not love that torments her battered heart

Rather, the loss of another dream she held dear

Yet kisses are a better fate than wisdom

And dancing, trumps stagnation and fear.

DeAnna Metcalf

4/23/18

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 8.11 Topic - Birds and Bees

BONUSES:** Hard (2 pts) Quote or include a line from E.E. Cummings  

“Yet kisses are a better fate than wisdom”

Easy (1 pt) Include a town from Vermont (Eden, VT.)

The Art of Deception (A Pantoum)

The Art of Deception

I don't know who you are to me

With your darkness all around

Searching for some sort of clarity

Hushed obscurity gently surrounds

With your darkness all around

Answers wade within silent hazel eyes

Hushed obscurity gently surrounds

Guarded secrets held in quiet compromise

Answers wade within silent hazel eyes

Be careful not to choke on your convictions

Guarded secrets held in quiet compromise

Ignited by works of passionate fictions

Be careful not to choke on your convictions

The game you play holds power to destroy

Ignited by works of passionate fictions

The designer of a masterful Trompe L'oeil

The game you play holds power to destroy

Searching for some sort of clarity

The designer of a masterful Trompe L'oeil

I don't know who you are to me.

DeAnna Metcalf

3/23/17

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 4.10 **BONUSES: Hard (2 pts): Quote Darth Vader"Be Careful Not To Choke On Your Convictions." Easy (1 pt): Mention ‘Trompe L'oeil’

J'adoube

J’adoube A game of chess The queen in duress Leaving the king at bay Truth and lies selling out from compromise All for the sake of the game Time has a way At some point, we play Moved by another's hand J'adoube Placement skewed Yet still, the game goes on. DeAnna Metcalf 3/2017

J’adoube (French term in Chess for “I adjust” ) ZHaˈdo͞ob

a declaration by a player intending to adjust the placing of a chessman without making a move with it.

Hard (2 pts): Include a lyric from The Monkees

Easy (1 pt): Incorporate a game of Chess

Shades of Gray “It was easy then to tell “truth from lies /Selling out from compromise”

Roller Coaster

Heartbeats race in waiting

It's going to be a fun ride

The tracks laid out in front of me

Clearly before my eyes.

Seeking the thrill of adventure

A quick start of adrenaline

Something a lethargic heart needs.

Buckled up, and ready

Safe, as dangerous can be.

The sudden launch, a huge jolt

Twisting, turning, bending

Inclines and anticipation

Gravity lost at an unexpected turn

A quick right, a jerk left

Not sure what the next twist holds

Too late to get off now...just hold on tighter

Stomach turns and churns with each new bend

The ride lasts longer than imagined

A dark tunnel appears from nowhere

Fear of the darkness, fear of falling,

Imagined fears quickly engage

I am alive...I feel it

But why must it take such a jolt

to feel the heart beat within my chest?

The track leads to the last incline

the anticipation builds

I want to jump off – I want to hang on

The last whirl of emotion

Before the final landing comes

Let me off quickly...

So I can ride again

DeAnna 2/2017

Talking to the Moon

Talking to the Moon

I sat for a moment underneath the stars

Talking to the silent moon.

She smiled softly at my presence

Then beckoned my musings to resume

I spoke to her of my anger and pain

Went on about how hard I had tried.

She quietly and patiently listened…

My plotted revenge, I vehemently justified.

Sharing my tale of malicious betrayal

My pain and darkened despair

She softly whispered her guidance

Right there for me, in mid-air.

“Be honest with me”

She spoke from afar

“What will you gain

Even if you win this spar?”

I thought for a moment

A prize, I could not name.

Was it all about my ego and pride?

Maybe it was justice, I could boldly claim.

She smiled again, before she continued

My heart softening, with her graceful aura.

“Sweet child, forgive, let it go and live in peace…

It was revenge that gave birth to Pandora.”

“The best revenge is NOT to be – like your enemy.”

I took her words and mulled them over

Realizing bitterness had quelled any hint of grace

Void of peace and joy, I lamented

Malevolence, had taken its place.

Liberation engulfed me in that moment

As I inhaled the sheer wisdom of her voice.

The ire of my jaded heart was instantly replaced

With forgiving freedom - my power of choice.

DeAnna Metcalf 4/20/18

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 7.11 Topic - Talking to the Moon

BONUSES:** Hard (2 pts) Include a quote from a Stoic other than Seneca (“The best revenge is not to be – like your enemy” – Marcus Aurelius) 

Easy (1 pt) Use a line from a Gene Autry song (“Be Honest With Me”) 

The Smile in Your Eyes - Blogo 14.9 - Smile

There is beauty in your smile

The kind that paints color on butterfly wings

Or the breath of wind that cools on a hot summer day

It lights my world with magic

A gentle softening of my heart

Your eyes tell me your secrets

Hidden within the seasoned lines of time

Eyes never lie

They speak bare truths

Cautious lips won’t dare say aloud

We play a game of risk

The pieces spread across the board

Battle lines marked and labeled

There is nothing I want to fight

Just hold me in your mystic gaze

Hungry to feel your warm touch

Its gentle caress upon my guarded soul

The scent of heaven lingers in my mind

Softly breathing in your veiled tenderness

I let you wander, where no one else can go.

DeAnna

Blogophilia Week 14.9 Topic: Smile

Bonus Points: (Hard, 2 pts) Use a Prince lyric in your blog “Eyes never lie” from Slow Love

(Easy, 1 pt) Mention your favorite board game “Risk”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BuDhkbeIYU

Guesses

Topic:   Leta

Picture: Christine

Purple Reign, Metamorphosis, Butterfly kisses, Spring has sprung

A Poet's Diary (Blogo 10.9)

Sentient moments

Veiled nemesis, from time past

Haunts a grieving soul

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A Poet's Diary

You are narrated and chronicled

Within the secret diary of my heart

An abridged version of you, tucked away

Among torn and tattered pages of past

I can feel you here with me now

My heart tethered to a ghost in time

You once roamed freely in my sunlight

Childlike belief, dancing in the summer breeze

I wrote of the clouds as they slowly gathered

Calling up the venomous, torrential rains

And how you were seized by the thieving current

Lost in the muddy waters of time

I was told by some, you drowned one day

They pleaded fiercely with me, to finally move on

My unyielding heart held a tight-fisted grasp

Incessant searching, believing, grieving...a poet was born

Turning to the pen and paper 

A writer deluged in the murky waters of past

Constantly seeking answers, if only the words would reveal

Plagued by a sating hunger.  Unquenchable.

My prose, my musings...they collocate

on the dark, musty pages of yesterday

 Serving as my passage to

The life (they say) I live today

DeAnna

Blogophilia Week 10.9 Topic: A Secret Diary

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts) Include a Haiku

(Easy, 1 pt) Use the word “Sentient”