My dearest diary,
I come again in darkness
it envelops me
skeptical thoughts abound
solicitous in their intended havoc
they wander aimlessly
locked inside truth
my lost soul, the freeloader,
destined for damnation
I personify chaos
in the transmutation of reality –
his, mine, love’s
so it turns:
the raven becomes a pigeon
shitting on everything
hour passes hour
crazy . battles reason . battles faults
death by insomnia.
© Dahlia Ramone: April 21, 2020
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This was written for Blogophilia 7.13 Topic: Writer’s Choice
(My topic: Dear Diary)
My Prompts:
(1) Write a Collom Lune *
(2) Incorporate words from a word challenge**
* I saw this challenge posted on Instagram by AmyKayPoetry
(I also used AmyKay’s bonus challenge (the words used were “solicitous in” from the book Mary Queen of Scotland and the Isles by Margaret George)
** I also used the following words from the April Prompts
posted on Instagram by poets.anonymous_
(skeptical thoughts / lost soul / freeloader / chaos / dear diary / truth /
locked inside / raven / wander / pigeon / insomnia)
Dahlia Ramone 
Nicely done…and sounds like those oh so common Dark night’s of the soul.
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Insomnia is a dirty mistress lol!
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Total honesty in a diary is as essential as keeping an accurate score card in a game of golf. If one strays from the path, in either endeavor, he or she is only cheating his or her self.
I trust you garnered extra points for writing this in the present tense.
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I cheated once in Solitaire. It was a hollow victory.
And I guess the extra points are up to Martien lol!
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We do enjoy darkness. 8 points Earthling
Martien
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I do enjoy walking on the Dark Side every now and then. Thanks, Martien 🙂
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You have to look at yourself honestly but also with perspective, an interesting form also
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I read that the Poet this form is named for was teaching his students a Haiku but couldn’t remember the form correctly, thus this one was born.
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Love it, Dollface!
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Thanks, dollface 💗
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