ruby red lips full of vitality a pained reminder of the ravages age upon body filled with such jealously of it wasted on the unappreciative youthful years ruby red lips will never again age in the cold embrace of awaiting grave where our time does stop cold countenance for immortality that lasts an eternity without tears
I thought that addressing the pet peeve of wasted youth and how it reminds us of aging, and how to stop that process might meet the spirit of Halloween for Ms Jade‘s Halloweeny Duodora ( a quatorzain made up of 2 septets.
syllabic, 4/6/5/5/5/10/10 syllables per line. rhymed Axxxxxb Axxxxxb L1 is repeated as a refrain that begins the 2nd stanza. x is unrhymed) prompt over at d’Verse.
The idea of wasted youth can certainly be irritating — and haunting! This part feels so much like a curse:
“cold countenance for immortality
that lasts an eternity without tears”
You captured the spirit of the prompt very well, TJS and in a well-crafted duodora form. A generous packet of candy corns for you!
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Candy corn, did I do something wrong 😉
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Oops! corn! I would never wish corns on anyone, even sweet ones lol.
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Well, you got your point across and covered all bases as well. Bravo
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Thank you! I enjoyed the challenge of writing to the form.
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A suitably Gothic take on the prompt! I think sometimes we don’t appreciate youth until it has left us.
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Nope, what one would do for some young bones.
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great gothic take on the prompt
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Thank you!
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Great topic. Well done.
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Appreciate it, I enjoy a good Halloween write.
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Perfect for Halloween, perfect for the form, perfectly penned.
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You’re too kind, I appreciate the read.
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Well, that is certainly a most permanent, and deliciously dark, solution! Well written!
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Got to embalm them good to make sure they stay beautiful forever
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This is gorgeously rendered. I especially admire; “ruby red lips will never again age in the cold embrace of awaiting grave.”
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The bane of wasted youth….and a capturing of the form. Well done!
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T.,
The contrasts you draw pale in comparison to the death-wound of squandered youth: your choice of phrase to repeat, “ruby red lips,” is a flagrant reminder of this when only the grave awaits.
pax,
dora
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