My Sestinability

Inspired by Driftwood's Sestina, I dabbled in some structured writing!
Google or wiki “Sestina” to get an idea of what it is…just so you know how far I’ve wandered from “sestining”.

My choice of "sentencenders" are:
1. Wish
2. Eyes
3. Game
4. Silhouette
5. Pleasure
6. Eternity

…what on earth was I thinking?? I guess we’ll never know. Miss you Freud!! Aite, read on.


Mood lights, soft whisper, tender touch, make a wish
Your breath on my face, your hair in my eyes
Lead me on, turn me on, and lure me into your game
As the moon devours you, I follow your silhouette
To the depths of darkness, the heights of pleasure
Let the moment linger, baby let’s stretch this to eternity.

Cut to five years later…geez! It does seem like eternity
I need to find a freakin’ genie just to make one darned wish
Kids are fun, kids are cute, kids are a pleasure
Yeah right!! Take those rose-colored lenses off your eyes
No sleep, no friends, just me and my unflattering silhouette
My only physical activity-“Throw the diaper in the bin” game


More years go by, and mid-life crisis is the name of the game
What is really the “mid” when you wish for eternity?
Damn my neighbors, on their driveway I see a Porsche’s silhouette
surely the creeps must’ve recently inherited a fortune, hmm, I wish…
But oh well, at least now the mad-for-nothing wife talks only with her eyes
Thank you, I can now enjoy my 15 years single malt in silence! Ah, pleasure!


Music is divine, music is enriching, music is pleasure
I tell my kids while driving them to their soccer game
Classic rock on the radio, I rock, and they roll…their eyes
I get my laughs and revenge watching their team lose to “Alien Eternity”
We ride back home after fulfilling their ice cream wish
Wife’s tuned to her favorite show: 21 Forever-Skin, hair & silhouette


...to be continued!

Huffing and puffing, I paused here about a month ago. I guess I’ma wait here and rest a li’l bit before I wrap this up. The tortoise ain’t nowhere in sight…maybe I’ll take a nap!

Careful, hon!

It’s loud, this hurried hearbeat.
It’s different, with no walls.
It’s strange, my own street I fail to recognize.
It’s scary, these men I’ve never seen on my street.
It’s unfamiliar, the look in your eyes.
It’s unnerving, when you don’t answer me.
It’s blood-curdling, your voice and stance.
It’s …it’s…
It’s dark, all of a sudden.
It’s warm, when I rest on your bosom.
It’s wet, as life flows out of you in a hurry.
It’s silent, my last scream.

Whom did you sing to?

Your dwindling song hangs in faded tunes
consoling your callused heart, a forlorn soul
Whom did you sing to all your waking moments?

When in your long, silky mane his face found paradise
When on your bosom he carved his undying love
You sang – your words walked down the aisle, your tune held your train

When on your lips he wrote poetry
When your every blink denied him bliss
You sang – your words a bright light, your tune wiped away shadows

When love was a shade you could no longer elicit
When you persisted and bled to paint the perfect sunset
You sang – your words a salve, your tune relived your past

When you questioned the mirror and counted time on your face
When your reflection was real, you felt imaginary
You sang – your words an angry submission, your tune perfunctory

When you woke up and wiped away tears your dreams wept
When your sorrows rose above the horizon and shone on you alone
You sang – your words silent tears, your tune lost in the mist

It's easy for you

Running through your meadows, I trip and fall
Your laughter in echoes, mockery a cappella
My heart’s rhythmic response, a transient tempo
I rest on your bosom, in your dark embrace
My back to the rest of you, my silent protest
I grasp the end of your ostentatious rainbow
Fidgeting with fate, I rise again and walk
in search of your intimidating heights, formidable depths
Grim winds nudge me closer and shield my eyes
from seeing the form you gave my last image
My toes run out of ground, I laugh
It’s just another stroke of your brush, my destiny.

Rubicund

“Underground control, M3 requesting permission to take off”

“M3, Underground control. You are cleared for take off. Right turn to 15Lima-33Romeo”

“Roger, I am rolling”

“Maverick is reengaging, sir!”...:-) always wanted to use it.


Truth Fairy tagged me with this interesting task that brought me out of my hibernation:

1. Flip open a dictionary and point to a word / get word of the day from dictionary.com
2. Type the word into google images.
3. Pick an image that strikes you.
4. Write a 10 line riff off the image.
5. Use the word or the meaning at least once within the first 5 lines.
Tag 3 other bloggers on your list.

Here’s my assignment -
Rubicund \ROO-bih-kund\, adjective:Inclining to redness; ruddy; red.

(What a word! Really wish I had something different. But then, I won’t be able to blame the disaster to follow on anything. So, we shall stick with Rubicund. Of course, we shall modify the other tag rules to make life easy)

Let’s try something here. How about two versions – one in classic rock style and the other in… hip-hop to mix it up a li’l bit, what say? ;-)
Ok, before you read on, listen to ‘Echoes’ from Pink Floyd. Or if you remember the tune, sing it…you’ve got to make it fit, darn it! I ain’t no Roger Waters! (Yeah, like I need to issue that disclaimer)

Distant mountains hide the sun, still the rays come streaking through
and find my soul in its crystal home, on a frozen lake that your fears brew
The rays still weary from the journey settle around the rubicund dream
admiring and praising the ruddy eye of the translucence so serene
As they sigh in their borrowed glow, they know the secrets that the heavens forebode
or so they say until the dusk's last bus takes 'em back to their fiery abode...

Ok, 50 cents , let’s see what ya got. No picture for you, just the word Rubicund...means red-

ma homies n me drivin thru da hood
in ma thug caddy, blingin wheels as it should
got the 22s from ma nigga for a steal
ain’t no niggaz ride if you ride on a lessa wheel
took a wrong turn in downtown baltimo
lip-smacking niggaz rollin dirt, low chip ho
east side thugs got their 38s for da sting
ma homies did their time for all da rollin
booster hustling da blocks, with da rocks for his college fund
benjys for diamonds, blood on ma stone make it rubicund

So, thanks to TF's tag, I surfaced for a breath. I had a few laughs while I was away, just wanted to share it (one for now, more later).

I was having a conversation with this person who had an interesting filler phrase - "something along those lines". It sounded normal when he used it about a dozen times. But I bit my tongue and punched myself in the face to kill my laughter in its infancy when he said " little kids and something along those lines". What was he trying to say there?

Mystic Lilt

Strange tongue, your call so soft and tender
Is it a love song, a lullaby, or a lament? – I wonder
Angelic chimes, I hear droplets of bliss drip as you sing
Breathe into my fantasy, drown me in a new awakening
Pamper me, wrap me in your melody, kiss me as we drift away
Touch me with your fragrance, feel me with your eyes, I pray
Love beyond language, passion beyond words, worship beyond prayer
Feeling beyond touch, melody beyond music – will you sing forever?