From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 4

This is going to be a quickie… since I want to run to the woods (all right, walk at a mildly fast pace) to collect a Halloween tree. I usually get my dead branch, which I adorn with Halloween motifs, three days before the holiday. But it was raining… hard… and only a silly person chooses to fight Nature when she’s in one of her moods.

So… which of my Poem Bits should become a story or a full-length poem?

I’ve listed the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since “13 Kisses in the Dark”, winner of From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3. Leave a comment letting me know which Poem Bit you would me to expand. I’m not adding the Flash Fiction or Poetry options, because I plant to link the resulting piece to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Flash 55, in the shape of a haibun: prose and poetry.

1) Which poem do you wish me to develop?
2) *optional* Why?

“The Dead”
bare branches rustle
food and song in the graveyard—
to honor the dead

“Cursed”
don’t hit her again
she knows all your cards are cursed—
now, you lose a hand

“Blackened Fingers”
The vacuum sucked dirt and dust-blackened fingers.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“October’s Song”
Through autumn-bared branches,
I felt your wicked grin
singing warmth into the sun.

And I wondered
if you, too,
hear my forever love
in October’s song.

“Overtake”
Overtake perception;
do not accept normal.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

On Friday, Oct 31st, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a haibun. Please, cast your vote before October 30th at 1:13pm EDT.

The Dead
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From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction or Full-Length Poetry, 3

It has been a while, since the last time I hosted From Blackout Poem Bit to Flash Fiction. Well, now that Witches in Fiction 2015 is almost over (I still have to hear from some of the giveaway winners), I need to get back to the never-ending chaos that is my blogging routine.

I know this is a Friday event, but… I want to use the piece of your choosing as my entry for A Fanciful Twist’s yearly Witches Tea Party. The blog party starts on Saturday, October 24th.

So, my Luvs, which of the following Poem Bits would you like me to brew into a flash fiction tale (of 713 words or fewer) or a full-length poem for the witchy tea party?

Below, I’ve included some of the blackout and handwritten poems I’ve shared since “Always”, the last story before Witches in Fiction 2015 (in reverse chronological order); your mission, if you choose to run with it, is to leave a comment letting me know which of the Poem Bits you would like to see expanded, and in what form. And because everyone appreciates a bit of listing:

1) Which poem do you wish me to develop?
2) Would you like your choice to be flash fiction or longer poetry?
3) *optional* Why?

On Saturday, October 24th, I will turn the Poem Bit with the most votes into a story or a longer poem, depending on your choices. Please, cast your vote before October 23rd at 1:13pm EDT.

“Toxic”
Toxic people are damaged energy. Prevent them.”
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“13 Kisses” (Typed—shared on Instagram and Facebook)
Thirteen kisses in the dark,
they’ll taste of moon full
and of sun-bright;
thirteen touches of my lips,
they’ll make me yours
and keep you mine.

“Bones” (handwritten, not blacked out)
love sculpted flower
at twilight, a yard of bones—
remembrance in bloom

“Rotten” (handwritten, not blacked out)
faith hysteria
I remember the Witches—
rotten mistrial

“Warping”
Her will is warping
(dangerous)
under the damage—
abrading might
to weaken bindings.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“Autumn” (handwritten, not blacked out)
in the morn, Autumn
city nature shifts colors—
my potato sprouts

“Demand Wings”
Energy is creative.
Transform your fall
into power to rebuild self,
to renew bone and blood;
demand wings.
– blacked out from Ageless Body, Timeless Mind

“Mine” (handwritten, not blacked out)
I preserve your life
sweetened in rosemary and honey;
death took flesh and bones,
but love, laughs and memories
will always be mine.

“Poetry”
Poetry alighted the dark,
finished the screams,
drummed the soul
moon-bright.
– blacked out from Rio Youers’ “Quoth the Rock Star”, in Required Reading Remixed I.

“Become”
Become your necessity;
matter.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

“I Live”
I write art
on purists,
on blank leaves,
on Magic;
I live.
– blacked out from Caring for Your Book

For images of the listed Poem Bits… visit me on Instagram.

Toxic