… the brilliance of my fellow bloggers Vincenzo Francesco and YourOtherMotherHere tempted me to try something new – and I am just too intrigued to let it slide.
I decided to create a new Category called ‘Storylines’. Based on the poem Escapade, I will let the original story unravel in different directions – it sounds like an interesting thing to do.
Maybe some of you will be as intrigued as I am to do this – I encourage you to join in the fun, take the original poem and let your mind wander. All of my follow-up poems to ‘Escapade’ will be found in the new category ‘Storylines’ – if you care to join me on this journey, feel free.
Thank you so much for the inspiration, guys! I am looking forward to discovering where this will lead…
I am too!
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😉 i would be honored if you’d share your imagination! *nudge nudge*
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Well, here ya go… I don’t know how you’ll feel about it. Use it or not as you see fit. Believe me, I will not be offended if you decide not to use it.
Delivery
blood-red pumps
tilt crookedly next to
blood-red drapes
where a pizza box of
blood-red checks
lies tossed on the floor by
blood-red hands
still twitching watched by
blood-red eyes
that gleam above
blood-red lips
smiling in anticipation of
blood-red leftovers.
I don’t know how this will change anything when I send it, but the second lines are all indented after every “blood-red”.
I was thinking a vampire orders a pizza delivery the night before and almost drains the delivery guy who is so busy staring at her red pumps that he doesn’t have time to react. Now it’s almost time for her to go back to her coffin, but before she does, she’s going to have some leftovers.
All this because I like cold pizza for breakfast! (smiles)
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wow, this is outstanding!!! i LOVE your take on this – will make it a post – give me just a sec to make it look just right 🙂
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Oh Lady you are making me grin ear-to-ear!
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same with me… love your take on this…
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done. hope i formatted it right?
i LOVE it!
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I think this is a marvelous idea!
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me, too… i am so grateful for this…
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Hi Miriam,
Here are a few verses I’d like to add…
tried beyond strength
her pace now waning
gusts of wind
promising freedom
she averted the crowd
slipped out of time
into her timemachine
to recollect her thoughts
her small-town heart
torn in two
longing for what
seemed to elude her
the feigned kisses
the habitual lies
her eggshell existence
what did it all matter?
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wow, Vincenzo, this is beautiful!! this is so good… i’ll wrap it up in its own post if you don’t mind… 🙂 great work.
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thank you Mariam… you make sharing easy. I forgot one last stanza btw…
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stung by the poison
of her own regrets
her own reproaches
her outright rebellion
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oooh i’ll add it right away!
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blessings in abundance my friend
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thank you for your wonderful poem 🙂
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thank you for your wonderful friendship 🙂
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😉
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