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  • a_gentilischi 28w

    Just a note before pride month ends

    Set A: lover
    Set B: all autumns aren't orange




    FICKLE RAINBOWS vs. GOLDEN HEARTS

    All autumns aren’t orange, lover mine
    As you already know
    Unlike complacent summers and springs
    Within convention’s glow

    Autumns are sepia, ochre and crimson
    Burnished golden brown
    With dewdrops reflecting rainbows
    Under society’s frown

    There’s stardust and blazing freedom
    In a kohl heavy eye
    Endless bravery on your scarred sternum
    Saying you refused to lie

    The rainbow flags cover streets
    For the span of June
    While the next eleven months
    In the dust, they spoon

    But while the flags might come and go
    My heart will stay true
    All my autumns, springs, summers and winters
    Are for the love that we grew



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    2021.06.30
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  • a_gentilischi 29w

    STRANGERS WITHIN


    Two strangers met at the battle-torn ruins
    Of the body’s shattered and crumbling castle
    They sat between the fallen pillars of dreams
    To exchange tales on the end of their world

    One thought that it was painful
    That the chaos was cruel
    And that after the fire
    The ash tasted of poison

    The other thought it was beautiful
    That there was light in shadows
    And that flakes of ash, falling from above
    Looked like the petals of white Hyacinths

    They disagreed, of course
    Like they always did...

    The head and the heart
    And the secrets they hid

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  • a_gentilischi 29w

    Just a mindless rant that was gathering dust in drafts.


    TIDES


    There's this feeling
    Deep in my chest
    Beating all day and night

    I once thought
    That it was my own heart

    But now I know it isn't

    This is just longing
    A painful yearning
    So wide and deep
    That my rib cage creaks
    Barely containing it all

    One day
    Not today
    It will be too much
    And all of this
    Will break out of me

    Like a tide
    It will wash-
    -over me
    -under me
    -through me.

    You'll find my remains on the beach





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  • a_gentilischi 29w

    @writersbay It's not much, but I hope you like it.

    You mean so much to everyone here at Miraquill.
    Some mornings I refresh your page every five minutes, just waiting for you to post your challenge.

    You make us challenge ourselves, and let us widen our horizons. Each day, there is something new to learn, and that's just amazing.

    We love you.



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    2021.06.24
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    To Bay,

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    When hurricanes tear through
    The sails of quixotic quills
    And the muses speak no more

    The ships make way
    To the Writers’ Bay
    To let their thoughts ashore

    Within the shallows
    Inspiration swallows
    Darkness, so thoughts pour

    From sweet sijos to couplets
    To nonets and cinquains
    Ink flows from the poet’s core

    Like a string of stars
    That no horizon bars
    Upon the Bay that we writers adore


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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    Thank you for the repost @writersnetwork ✨��
    You guys rock!
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    IN THE HOPE OF BLUE SKIES

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky
    From my past lover

    Because he took my sky
    Saying, “you’re my everything”
    He made it all his.

    And for once, I was incandescent
    With the longing to belong
    That I let myself burn
    Till I was like the fallen cherry blossoms
    That lie beneath the tree
    Like trodden wisps of dreams

    Beautiful and undead
    But not living


    And before I knew it…
    I was sky-less
    And earth-less
    With not even a road
    To lead to a home

    Nothing but him. Because I was everything

    Till he grew tired
    Of his all-encompassing everything
    And decided it wasn’t enough

    So, I had to borrow my sky
    And the tears that ran dry
    From a man who knew the alchemy
    Of turning everything to nothing

    And while that may be hard
    The reverse is even harder

    So here I am
    Stitching my skies back together
    Swathes of wet grey silk
    That I hope to turn azure


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    2021.06.20
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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    ROAD RAGE

    You could write them down,
    All those so-called markers of life
    Age, gender, creed and caste

    But that would be like forcing a tornado
    In to a little glass bottle

    The kind that washes over to the beach
    With a soggy note within
    It’s words changing in vibrance
    Through the passage of waves and time

    You can’t force her to a note
    When there are no words
    To define this sheen of iridescence
    As it shimmers like starlight
    Upon the rippling waves

    The four corners of an enamelled frame
    Not enough to contain her
    As she rages against the road
    That this world set her upon

    So much so
    That she doesn’t even know herself

    Whether she does it for the world...
    Whether she does it against the world...

    Or more importantly,
    Whether she does it for her.


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    2021.06.21
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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    Wow. Seven days gone in a flash, and it was so much fun. Thank you @writersbay , you make us push our limits! ��✨


    A nature poem from the next century.
    In case you haven't guessed, it's a plastic bottle.
    But the editing messed it up��

    I wanted to delete it, but I guess the message is important, so I'll leave it for now



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    ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ
    ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵒʳⁿ
    ᵂⁱᵗʰ ˢⁱˡᵛᵉʳ ˢᶜᵃˡᵉˢ
    ᴳʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵖᵉᵃʳˡ ᵉʸᵉˢ
    ᴿᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ
    ᴮᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵐᵉʳ
    ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱʳᵉˡᵉˢˢ
    ʸᵉᵗ, ʷᵃʳʸ ʰᵉˡⁱᵒˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ, ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵘˢ
    ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ, ⁿᵒᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ
    …………………………………………………………..........

    ᴴᵉ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵘˢ, ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵇᵒʸ, ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ
    ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᵉᵃⁿˢ… ᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ
    ᴺʸᵐᵖʰˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᵃ, ʳᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱᵉˢ,
    ᴬʳᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜʸᶜˡᵒⁿᵉˢ.. ᶜʳᵘᵉˡ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˢ.. ᶜᵒⁿᶜʰ ʰᵒʳⁿˢ
    ᴹⁱᵍʰᵗʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʷʳᵃᵗʰ: ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗˢᵘⁿᵃᵐⁱˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ˢʷᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ᵈʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ʳⁱᶜʰ ᵏⁱⁿᵍᵈᵒᵐˢ
    ᵀⁱˡˡ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ
    ᴮᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵒˢᵒᵐ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁿᵒʷ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉⁿ
    ᵂᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵏʸ…. ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ.

    …………………………………………………………..........
    ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵉˢ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ
    ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ, ᶠʳʸ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃʳⁿⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ
    ᴰᵉˡⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢ ˢᵃˡᵐᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳˢ
    ᵂʰᵒ ᵗᵒⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʳⁱᵛᵉʳ'ˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳˢ.
    ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵃᵐᵃⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳⁱᵗᵉ
    ˢᵃᵘᶜᵉ? ᴸᵉᵗ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ ᵗʳᵉᵃᵗˢ.
    ʸᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵃʳ, ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵂʰᵃᵗ? ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏʸ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ?
    ᴼʰ. ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ, ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ?
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵐʸ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ
    ᵀʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᵇᵘʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵗᵒʳᵉˢ & ᵗʰʳᵒʷ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵃʳᵇᵃᵍᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ, ⁿᵒᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵒᵘᵗˢⁱᵈᵉ, ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵒ.
    ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵃ, ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ
    ᴬⁿᵈ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ… ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉ, ⁱⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ
    ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵘˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ
    ᵀʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ





    EVERY BIT OF PLASTIC EVER MADE, STILL EXISTS. AND MOST ARE DUMPED IN THE OCEANS. MICRO - PLASTIC IS HARMFUL, FOR BOTH HUMANS AND ANIMALS.
    IF WE DON'T ACT NOW, THIS IS OUR FUTURE.



    2021.06.20
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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    “Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.”
    Haruki Murakami
    (Kafka on the shore)



    Silence, a solemn soliloquy
    Lies supine like silk spun in gold
    It croons at the weeping moon
    A soft string of secrets
    That makes my heart crack
    With putrid pain
    Despondence
    Burned love
    Ash
    ...
    Even the silhouettes of songs of silence
    Leave the listener's soul fraught with violence

    If its words fail to be shared
    With another heart that cared

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    @tamanna3 Thank you for the amazing recommendation. I really enjoyed Kafka on the shore, and now, Murakami is one of my favourite authors!



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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    Okay, this took a lot of time, but it was really worth it. I really enjoyed the Sijo, so I wrote seven of them!
    Thanks for this wonderful challenge @writersbay I've learned so much in these few days ✨��


    2021.06.18
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    MUSINGS
    (of seven half written Sijos)


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    They never knew that the monsoon in the glow of gloaming
    Would make the sky shudder and scream, as if the storm was foaming
    Like the dark desolation of a stymied sonnet in mourning

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    Morning is a faded fever dream, the warmth of times long gone
    Though the floods rise high, their sustenance is a poisonous cyclone
    Now the words are silent specters, parched and dry, skin hanging of bone

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    Borne out of pulsating pain, arced lightning tears through the skies
    Hallowed heavens open up, and its heart is a hell of lies
    The Sijos begs for answers, but are gifted hollow "how"s and "why"s

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    Wise were the gods, that were told to grace halls of paradise
    With their lyres, lutes and scrolls, unseeing omnipresent eyes
    The Sijos searching truth, were given an uneven rolling dice

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    Dies the half bloomed inspiration, cries the moonbeam struck tide
    The night kisses the storm, as darkness spreads far and wide
    The Sijo shivers, a lost animal, silence strokes its sweat slick hide

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    Hiding in the windowless attic, as cold currents creep
    The mangled metaphors hunger, for the beauty they must reap
    While the strangled Sijo lies prone on the floor, dead or dreaming deep

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    Deep in the land of Somnus, seven Sijos dream of stars
    Of flying free in seas of prose, beyond the attic's rusted bars
    Come the morning, they'll rise in glory, reveling in their scars


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  • a_gentilischi 30w

    Not sure if it makes sense, but had to write it when I saw the pic.


    LOVE THROUGH REFLECTIONS
    (because sometimes, parallel lines do meet)


    The sun sighs its flames
    As roseate clouds murmurs love
    Waves drown in shames

    Nearing... receding...
    Through each petrichor filled dawn and
    Glorious gloaming

    The lone boatman lies
    Caught amidst the dazed silence
    Under trembling skies

    Thinks they're forever apart
    Till he sees blue waters blush


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