Kick-start drabbles (31-40); H/W; Poetry Edition
Kickstart drabbles (final)
Ladies and gentlemen, the last of those drabble prompts ya'll so kindly gave me ages and ages ago. For the record, I've enjoyed doing these so very much, and appreciate the help.
These are just a bit different, okay, quite a bit different, in that I was experimenting with poetry. I'm not a poet, but I had a lot of fun doing House in Haiku, and I thought I'd give it a try. Couple of different styles attempted here, none of which (excepting haiku) I've ever done before.
I added a note to each prompt, telling which style was used, and I got all my info from wikipedia, so it's their fault. All their fault...
So, here goes, *drum roll please*
xxxi. montycrowley
Sedoka (5,7,7,5,7,7)
Silken hands, silk tie,
pull him close, near enough to
breathe the same air, choke on lust.
Bowed head, arching back,
slide of skin on skin, sheets damp
with sweat, slim wrists tied gently.
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xxxii. Combustible for wicciangirl
Choka (5,7,5,7,5,7,7)
Held apart, they are
harmless, mostly, though some would
say not. Wilson the tinder,
House the flame, they burn brightly.
Ravaging all that
stands in their way, leaving naught
but ashes. Combustible.
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xxxiii. Circuitous for divia_pendragon
Tanka (5,7,5,7,7)
They talk all night long,
circular arguments and
subtle bantering.
Not speaking of true intent,
their mouths get the point across.
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xxxiv. Forgiven for jdr1184
Bussokusekika (5,7,5,7,7,7)
The fights are many and
steeped in ancient grudges. Wounds
that never healed, or
perhaps could not heal. Yet they
soldier ever onward, their
friendship a weapon of need.
Forgiveness is their armor.
................................................................
xxxv. Peaches, cowbell, plastic for luxis_lil
Sedoka (5,7,7,5,7,7)
He unwraps the gift
from plastic, frowns at his love,
a porcelain creamer.
A cow with a bell,
passed down for generations,
House always called her "Peaches".
'Blythe's way of saying,'
he begins, embarassedly,
'You're part of the family.'
'I love it,' he says,
without hint of sarcasm,
his eyes suspicously wet.
...............................................................
xxxvi. Wince, Grimace for whatagoodboy71
Katauta (5,7,7) two Haiku (5,7,5) another Katauta
A wince, a grimace,
a gasp, then silence, as men
try vainly to mask desire.
Living denial,
their faces betray them, but
they refuse belief.
Everyone sees,
except those who should, eyes closed
to love, not each other.
With time, acceptance,
their gasps and moans no longer
stifled. Unmasked, their sight cleared.
...............................................................
xxxvii. Screaming for karaokegal
Cinquain (2,4,6,8,2); unrhymed
He screams
his frustration
into the night, morning.
Overtaken by grieving,
mourning.
...............................................................
xxxviii. Height for anewlife
Quintain (ababb); rhymed
Burden shouldered, he wrestles the shell to bed,
depression and despair making a lie of his height,
and the day's lies and puzzles roam free in his head,
while sweet amber douses the bitterness, the light,
she cannot remove his hatred, his spite.
................................................................
xxxix. Uprising for wanderingwidget
Choka (5,7,5,7,5,7,7)
Rebellious, he
refuses their help, sends them
away, belittles
emotional reactions.
An uprising, they
no longer ask permission
to love him, they just do.
................................................................
xxxx. Luck for simple__man (yes, I requested one from myself)
Bussokusekika (5,7,5,7,7,7)
He does not believe
in luck, he'll tell you, but he
still has Dad's dog tags
within reach. He won't use them
for dogs, horses, cards. Not even
for patients. Only for Jimmy.
................................................................
Ladies and gentlemen, the last of those drabble prompts ya'll so kindly gave me ages and ages ago. For the record, I've enjoyed doing these so very much, and appreciate the help.
These are just a bit different, okay, quite a bit different, in that I was experimenting with poetry. I'm not a poet, but I had a lot of fun doing House in Haiku, and I thought I'd give it a try. Couple of different styles attempted here, none of which (excepting haiku) I've ever done before.
I added a note to each prompt, telling which style was used, and I got all my info from wikipedia, so it's their fault. All their fault...
So, here goes, *drum roll please*
xxxi. montycrowley
Sedoka (5,7,7,5,7,7)
Silken hands, silk tie,
pull him close, near enough to
breathe the same air, choke on lust.
Bowed head, arching back,
slide of skin on skin, sheets damp
with sweat, slim wrists tied gently.
................................................................
xxxii. Combustible for wicciangirl
Choka (5,7,5,7,5,7,7)
Held apart, they are
harmless, mostly, though some would
say not. Wilson the tinder,
House the flame, they burn brightly.
Ravaging all that
stands in their way, leaving naught
but ashes. Combustible.
................................................................
xxxiii. Circuitous for divia_pendragon
Tanka (5,7,5,7,7)
They talk all night long,
circular arguments and
subtle bantering.
Not speaking of true intent,
their mouths get the point across.
................................................................
xxxiv. Forgiven for jdr1184
Bussokusekika (5,7,5,7,7,7)
The fights are many and
steeped in ancient grudges. Wounds
that never healed, or
perhaps could not heal. Yet they
soldier ever onward, their
friendship a weapon of need.
Forgiveness is their armor.
................................................................
xxxv. Peaches, cowbell, plastic for luxis_lil
Sedoka (5,7,7,5,7,7)
He unwraps the gift
from plastic, frowns at his love,
a porcelain creamer.
A cow with a bell,
passed down for generations,
House always called her "Peaches".
'Blythe's way of saying,'
he begins, embarassedly,
'You're part of the family.'
'I love it,' he says,
without hint of sarcasm,
his eyes suspicously wet.
...............................................................
xxxvi. Wince, Grimace for whatagoodboy71
Katauta (5,7,7) two Haiku (5,7,5) another Katauta
A wince, a grimace,
a gasp, then silence, as men
try vainly to mask desire.
Living denial,
their faces betray them, but
they refuse belief.
Everyone sees,
except those who should, eyes closed
to love, not each other.
With time, acceptance,
their gasps and moans no longer
stifled. Unmasked, their sight cleared.
...............................................................
xxxvii. Screaming for karaokegal
Cinquain (2,4,6,8,2); unrhymed
He screams
his frustration
into the night, morning.
Overtaken by grieving,
mourning.
...............................................................
xxxviii. Height for anewlife
Quintain (ababb); rhymed
Burden shouldered, he wrestles the shell to bed,
depression and despair making a lie of his height,
and the day's lies and puzzles roam free in his head,
while sweet amber douses the bitterness, the light,
she cannot remove his hatred, his spite.
................................................................
xxxix. Uprising for wanderingwidget
Choka (5,7,5,7,5,7,7)
Rebellious, he
refuses their help, sends them
away, belittles
emotional reactions.
An uprising, they
no longer ask permission
to love him, they just do.
................................................................
xxxx. Luck for simple__man (yes, I requested one from myself)
Bussokusekika (5,7,5,7,7,7)
He does not believe
in luck, he'll tell you, but he
still has Dad's dog tags
within reach. He won't use them
for dogs, horses, cards. Not even
for patients. Only for Jimmy.
................................................................