First Line Friday -November 24th, 2017


Below them, the dark streets
beckoned with crimson light

decorated like some treats
children playing with delight

he was there, meandering
on side streets looking for her
no one was around, that’s baffling
he left with such anger

where was the mobile when needed?
some events that couldn’t be deferred
on happiness, remorse could be blighted
some things left unanswered

perhaps they were meant not to meet
a learning experience of what wasn’t to be
and hopefully one cannot repeat
not good we all agree

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: First Line Friday -November 24th, 2017

Tale Weaver – #147 – What Brings me Joy in Shadorma

Face Cheerful Laugh Woman Joy Mood Confetti Fun

What brings joy?
Him Indoors and son
My mother
My siblings
Our love, our health, our career
That we’re still here

Our garden
Flowers, trees and pets
Air we breathe
Sun and moon
Challenges we take with love
Experience we share

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Tale Weaver – #147 – What Brings you Joy??, November Shadorma: 23 of 30

Every one wants a piece of me

– Carlos Quevedo

in my mental soliloquize
each transition is like limbo
lack of accountability

every ligament stretched to tee
an air of malaise I should know
stow it! sounding how the pig cries

tick each one as I’m in the guise
aghast that I could be a foe
I could be anyone but me

my heart still cordate, I agree
who’s the real me, from head to toe?
sometimes I can’t answer the whys

every one wants a piece of me
and I’d like to swim in the sea*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Trilonnet


For: Photo Challenge #189, Wordle #179

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 22nd 2017, troiku

Robin (image found on Pinterest)

first Robin spotted
the low lands are facing the dark
snow falls softly

first Robin spotted
looking for worms in the ground
the sun was setting

the low lands are facing the dark
sweet tune of Robin is heard
the sound of heaven

snow falls softly
the boy wants to taste the snow
first snow of the year

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, November 22nd 2017, troiku

Sunday Writing Prompt #229 “Collage 37” in Triolet and Shadorma


Who am I really, I don’t know
For I am as complicated
And colourful as a rainbow
Who am I really, I don’t know
I could be serious or shallow
I could dream away or grounded
Who am I really, I don’t know
For I am as complicated*

No one knows
Who we really are
Hidden us
And sometimes surprising us
Of what we could do**

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Triolet
** Shadorma

For: Sunday Writing Prompt #229 “Collage 37”, Shadorma November: 20 of 30

Music Prompt Challenge #16: “Everglow” by Cold Play #amwriting #musicchallenge #music

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “End of Summer” by Stanley Kunitz: air, light, hinge, worm, song, stubble, silo, over, iron, clangs, blows, order

A hinge of sorrow as I sang this song
Wind blows air whereas our love so strong
Come back! Come back! We miss you so
You left us a long time ago
A love as strong as an ironclad
Come back to us, we all miss you our Dad

You used to give us order and guidance
We swam in the azure, there was balance
You left! You left! And we’re so sad
Miss your cooking, we have to add
Like a silo holding grain, you’re our light
You left us over to a place so bright

We cried out in pain as loud as a clang
But we can’t complain, you’re yin to our yang
Everglow! Everglow! Our Dad
Still in our hearts what we had
We could still see your smile and big belly
Everglow your memories make us glee*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Staccato

For: Music Prompt Challenge #16: “Everglow” by Cold Play #amwriting #musicchallenge #music, Whirligig 138

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A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen

Today’s quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats.

‘Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’


Into the night a whisper of the wind
Away with the strong crosswind
Like a calyx glistening with dew
Come away when the time is due
Soliciting the creatures of the dark
In empty shrubbery or nearby park
Like a dilettante with suede gloves
Voice dropping several octaves
Obscured in a drop box of bounty
Away before things turn badly
As lurid espionage as could be
Come away, that is the plea

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: A Month with Yeats: Day Thirteen, Wordle #178, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #13