senryu : puzzled

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puzzled by our ties
do not ask why we make sense
love never answers

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

 

Puzzled
daily prompts, daily post

second life photo by M. LaFreniere, avatar Kayla Woodrunner

Torley’s place was so quirky — felt almost like a time machine or a teleporter machine so I had fun changing bodies. Winter is always himself.

 

font: Scratched Letters by JLH Fonts at DaFont.com

tanka : profuse poems

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quick words tumble out
profuse flood of imagery
written in margins
scribbled on napkins, scrolls
poems inside pyramid walls

tanka by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

So frustrated.  Was writing a poem daily and had managed six  months everyday and then yesterday my computer couldn’t go online! Next day (today), after a few updates, everything works but it’s tooo late!  My streak is broken and I have to start over.  Ah well.  Picks myself up.   Brushes the dust off.  Sets the hat on my head.  Picks up my pen and begins anew.

Profuse
daily prompts, daily ost

Senryu : arcade memories

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arcade memories
Pacman, Mario Brothers
walking hand in hand

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

 

Remember the arcade? Quarters jingling in your pocket?  Okay, maybe it was crumpled dollars, lol.

I’m feeling nostalgic because I walked through New Brighton in Second Life today and it had an arcade with a Pacman, not to mention a carousel outside.  I used to love that game! In Arizona, we don’t have a pier so when I was a teen, our arcades were at the mall.  I remember the walls were black, a perfect foil for the bright machines. Good thing I drive better in real life than I did in there — I used to hit every obstacle on the screen just about and go careening of the road on the curves, lol.

If you have the time, write a quick ode, limerick, haiku, essay, whatever to your favorite game and do a pingback or drop a link in the comments. It’ll be a fun read.

Arcade (music from the Man of Steel movie) played on the piano by Akmigone

 

Senryu : mirror

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Reflections

mirror in their eyes
reflecting only distortions
like so many lies
the vision that they see
must be of someone else,
not me

by M. Nakazato LaFreniere
poem and image done when I was in my twenties

mirrors break, oh well
don’t care what they think they see
I am what I am

by M. Nakazato LaFreniere
written now

Back in my twenties, I used to worry about how people saw me especially since a lot of times it was different than I saw myself.  Some people saw me and some people only saw what they wanted me to be or sometimes they saw what I wanted me to be but wasn’t yet. After awhile I realized it didn’t really matter.

I don’t care how others see me. How people see you has a lot more to do with their own needs and hangups than anything you do most of the time anyways.  Some people are clear-sighted but they are a minority.

I don’t need to see myself or define myself. It’s simpler than that.  I just am.

 

References:

Poetics – Through the looking glass
dVerse ~ Poets Pub

The photo is  a print I did in a photo class back then with 3 negatives that I exposed separately.

  • Photo 1: me leaning against the mirror
  • Photo 2: a rose
  • Photo 3: the poem

I exposed them one at a time in the enlarger.  There is a white thumb  because like an idiot I was resting my hand against the paper carrier when I put in the mirror picture — duh! laughing.  And you didn’t know if you had the exposures right until after you developed the picture so there were a few throwaways. Things are much easier now in Photoshop

Senryu : insomnia

3+

sleep deprivation
a night without dreams ; eyes closed
revenant’s body

senryu by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

been having a problem getting to sleep lately so ….

References:

Sunday Writing Prompt #239 “It’s All in the Title”
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Choose 1 or more titles — I always have fun with this list

#Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #186 Body&Close
RonovanWrites

Tanka : cherita

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inscrutable word
prompt says write a Cherita
what the heck is that?
sounds like a cigar or drink
poem form evolved from tanka

tanka by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

once upon a time, or so the story goes
Leiana, a royal guard of the deep, doing a usual patrol
saw movement deep within a cave

of course, she had to investigate
a large pile of bones had grown out of the blue

oh dear, myriad baby krakens skittered away from mama’s provisions

cherita terbalik by M. Nakazato LaFreniere

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