Love – served cold

Writing for Dverse Poetics

At Dverse ( http://dversepoets.com/ )Claudia wants us to write a poem, inspired by one of the six artwork pieces by Catrin.To see more of her amazing artwork,hop over to http://catrinwelzstein.blogspot.de/

Scheeweisschen by Catrin Welz-Stein

Art by Catrin Welz-Stein

http://dversepoets.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/scheeweisschen-by-catrin-welz-stein.jpg?w=231&h=300

 

This is my first entry for D’verse,so am hoping that I am doing it right :-)Here is my  poem ,inspired by the above artwork.

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Love- served cold

 

His warm, impassioned bear hug

moves her not

cold, indifferent

she plucks

at his grasping arms.

 

Her alabaster beauty is to behold

but her icy heart is already sold

no passion can enfold

her growing love for gold-

her eyes have that faraway look

lofty dreams

her beacon.

 

Beseechingly,

he calls her name

a plea in his upturned eyes

black pools of emptiness

meet his gaze-

his aching heart

shattering

in a meteor

of pain.

 

He knows not what his life will be

loneliness was not his

chosen destiny-

love unrequited,

a broken heart

he moans for that

which never was!

 

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The Conqueror,the Queen and the General

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Seven

 

Friday means Trifextra and this weekend  we have to write 33 of our own words about a famous trio. The trio could be from literature, from history or from pop culture. 

 

Here is an imaginary scene from history from two different time periods, involving a famous trio:-)

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The Conqueror, the Queen and the General

 

Julius: Let us be lovers

Cleopatra: Give me Egypt

Julius: Granted!

 

 

Antony: I love you. Let’s be…

Cleopatra: No!

Antony: But why?

Cleopatra: History says… (shrugs) I would rather we both not die.

 

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The Tryst

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Six

 

The weekly prompt from Trifecta this week is

ANIMAL (noun)

3  :  a human being considered chiefly as physical or nonrational; also :  this nature 

This week the challenge is community judged and as always ,our response has to be between 33 and 333 words.Here is what the “animal” in me could came up with.Enjoy:-)

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The Tryst

 

She shivered, fear gnawing at her innards with icy claws. Lack of sleep and trying to be constantly vigilant had taken its toll.

She shuddered as the door creaked open. The shadow loomed like an advancing demon, before his actual body came to stand at the doorway, blocking the light. She cringed, trying to disappear into nothingness.

He entered the room shutting the door. Immediately darkness slithered around, cloaking them both in a loving hug. She choked at the thought of what was coming next.

She could feel him moving around. How he could see in the pitch darkness was beyond her-not that she cared!

She knew that soon the cover of darkness would be gone but she was never sure which she hated more -this inky blackness with all her senses on red alert  or the  dazzling brightness which made her nerves go berserk.

He seemed satisfied and now she heard him move to the light switch. She heard the scrape of the chair being pulled and knew he was sitting down-making himself comfortable for the show-the Bastard, she fumed! He switched the flood lights on and she felt shame, disgust, self-loathing, mortification, hatred and all kinds of putrid thoughts rushing to engulf her!

Here she was, naked on the bed, gagged and bound while he sat there clicking pictures and recording her from every angle for hours together. He never spoke, came near or touched her but devoured her with his eyes, which ,somehow was more demeaning, more degrading! How could she have loved this man-an animal!!

She wished for the thousandth time, that she had not been taken in by his charming smile-not been duped by his animal magnetism, failing to see the animal within lurking behind those grey green eyes!

It had been a week! Her only hope of ever getting out of this hell hole was the note that she had left on her office desk before leaving with him, voluntarily- for a supposed love tryst!

 

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Carpe Diem #306, Chooyoo (Chrysanthemum Festival)

 

 

Carpe Diem #306, Chooyoo (Chrysanthemum Festival)

 

Elixir of life
Chrysanthemum-let me taste
your fountain of youth

 

Palette of colours
Chrysanthemums bestowing
fragrance everywhere.

 

Dew drops shimmer,a
gift of immortality
on chrysanthemums

 

Chooyoo,your touch makes me
feel immortal,colouring
my garden of life

 

Let me take a sip
O Chrysanthemum,life flows
forever into your cup!

 

Petals adorn the
dish I savor,to live long
Hello Chrysanthemum

 

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Genesis 3-Paradise (not) lost

Trifextra: Week Eighty-Six

Already Sunday!Oh my!How time flies!So,what does Trifextra have  for us this weekend?Ah!A fellow Trifectan MOV,gave them a super idea and this is what they have to say-

“This weekend, we want you to give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose. “

So let me see where I can travel to-coming?

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Genesis 3-Paradise (not) lost

 

Serpent: Here Eve, come eat this delicious fruit.

Eve (making a face): Yuck! I hate fruits!

Serpent (sullenly): How you fuss!

Eve (eyeing him thoughtfully): Hmm…

Soon after-

 Eve (drool): Yummy snake sushi!

 

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Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga challenge # 15

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge #15, Managua Gunn’s “Cricket’s last song”

 

This week’s Tan Renga Challenge starts with a haiku written by Managua Gunn from “Coffee with Yer Pirate”.

 The haiku by Managua Gunn, is  about a prostitute.The task of this Tan Renga Challenge is to complete the first stanza with a second stanza with 7-7 syllables. So our first stanza of the new Tan Renga Challenge is:

First stanza (5-7-5):

Cricket’s last song
even the prostitute hears –
stops waving her fan                                            (Managua Gunn)

 

Second stanza (7-7):

monotony of business
broken by it’s farewell call                                    (Atreyee)

 

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Once upon a night…

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Five

 

This week Trifecta wants us to come up with a piece  which is between 33-333 words and uses the third definition of the word “Rainbow”.The definition is-

[from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] :  an illusory goal or hope.

 

Yes, the prompt for this week is rainbow and having just recovered from a bout of Migraine,am still seeing a palette full of colours-so here comes my “rainbow”(even if there is no pot of gold-as yet -at the end 😉

 

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Once upon  a night…...

 

“I do!” said Gillian,taking the marriage vow.

She had arrived at her pot of gold!No chasing the rainbow anymore!

Not an easy task to outsmart some of the sharpest minds, a bevy of beauties and the richest of the rich, not to mention the big names of the county.

 And what was her claim to fame?Nothing but aspirations and dreams.At 25, her violet eyes and porcelain skin stood out against her copper tinted hair but that,she knew would not be enough to carry her into the arms of  a rich man!

So she set her eyes on Rupert,35 ,gentle and shy and with no clue as to how to deal with the fawning women who fought to be noticed by him!

It was opportune that he advertised for a personal assistant to help him and Gillian’s matter-of-fact attitude made Rupert pick her from the dozen or so applicants.

Slowly,she made herself indispensable. As time passed, Rupert realised that she had no designs on him and they became friends.

All was going as per Gillian’s plan-she was able to deflect all the wannabes intending to become Mrs Rupert,when one fine day,his great Aunt Mathilda  arrived with Miriam in tow.She intended her great nephew to make Miriam his wife!

This was a bolt from the blue .

But as luck would have it,soon  Mathilda decided to visit  the neighbouring town with Miriam.

 Gillian acted promptly.

That night she spiked Rupert’s coffee and while picking her own cup,”accidently” spilled it on her dress.

 In the morning ,Rupert found  Giilian in his bed-neither of them had any clothes on and it was obvious what had happened.

Being the conscientious man that he was,he immediately proposed to Gillian,for he truly cared for her and Great Aunt Mathilda was sent packing with her precious Miriam.

Thinking of that day, Gillian chuckled.

Starry eyed,she  looked fondly at Rupert and smiled.She knew,he was going to be a great husband and he need never know that nothing did happen that night.

 

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Carpe Diem’s Distillation #2

Carpe Diem’s Distillation #2, A poem by Genji, from the wellknown Japanese novel “The Tale of Genji”

 

The poem is from Chapter 4, “Yuugao”. Prince Genji has a brief love affair with a young girl, called Yuugao. But there is another lady, deeply in love with Genji, who hates Yuugao so much that she dies. Yes, at that time people believed that hatred can kill people!

After the funeral of Yuugao, Genji is looking at the smoke from the pyre, and recites this poem:

mishi hito no
keburi o kumo to
nagamureba
yuube no sora mo
mutsumashiki ka na
 
The evening sky itself
becomes something to cherish
when I gaze at it,
seeing in one of the clouds
the smoke from her funeral pyre
 
Here is my attempt at “distilling” it 🙂
 
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Hate unfurled her death
spirit departs,burning pyre
pain darkened evening

 

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