The Visit

The old wizard sauntered into the room and lit the fireplace with his wand. Today he had a visitor, an old friend, a professor and a spy. He looked down on the cat. The witch transfigured into her human form. “I have some crucial information regarding the death eaters.” she said.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

Prompts

  1. The Sunday Muse #196
  2. Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #246\

Featured image’s credit: Josephine

The image directly took me to Harry Potter’s world and I remembered how Professor Minerva McGonagall greatly helped the Ministry of Magic’s resistance through spying on Death Eaters and bringing the Aurors crucial information on their activities.

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99 Word Story: They Come at Night

It’s a bitter winter night and he has to stay outside to guard his family. It’s been like this since a month, when the rumors began that the undead are among the living.

At first he thought it was a joke, but then the people began to disappear in cities. Rumors said that they took them all into the woods, where the undead lived.

He lays down the red cloth in front of the gate, puts some garlic on it and then checks his gun and silver bullets. He’s ready, now he just wishes for the night to end.

I’ve submitted this story over at Carrot Ranch it’s my first submission over there. The prompt is to write a 99 word story about “The wish I made”.

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Minute Poem

Since she's gone, my heart is pining.
Stars are shining,
Moon is burning,
dawn is coming.

I sit alone on the terrace.
look out, there is
a flock of birds.
Mind's full of words.

Poetry mends the broken heart, 
when love departs,
I write a piece,
my heart's at peace. 

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

Posted over at dverse

Prompt

To write a minute poem. The elements of the Minute Poem are:

1. narrative poetry.
2. a 12 line poem made up of 3 quatrains. (3 of 4-line stanzas)
3. syllabic, 8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4   8-4-4-4 (First line has 8 syllables of each stanza.  Remaining lines has 4 syllables in each stanza)
4. rhymed, rhyme scheme of aabb ccdd eeff.
5. description of a finished event (preferably something done is 60 seconds).
6. is best suited to light verse, likely humorous, whimsical or semi-serious.

I am not very happy with this poem, I think it could’ve been better but nothing else was coming to my mind so I had to post it.

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Thimble of Poetry

He went to the sea in a thimble of poetry

Poet Warning, Jim Harrison
He was having trouble 
keeping up with the times.

He was a poet
and a blogger.

Kids these days 
were all about 
Youtube and vlogs,

none of them 
read anything
anymore

and there he was
who still practiced writing
with pen and pad.

He reminisces, 
standing under the shower, 
about when he was a kid

and it was spring 
he'd fly kites 
on the sea shore,

wearing his mother's thimble
to protect his forefinger
from getting cut 
by the manja.

After taking the bath 
he got nostalgic 
and went to the sea 
with his pen and pad.

There he sat on the sandy seashore
and mused over the sighing sea--

"Ageless sea,
can you return
me my spring 
kite, which had a hand-drawn 
illustration of a little boy 
chasing butterflies on it 
and which you took  
away from me.
I cried because I loved it,
like how I'm crying now 
because I loved that kid
and my mother's thimble 
which she gave me 
from her sewing kit, 
so that I can fly kites safely.
Oh, ageless sea 
can you return
me my spring days?"

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

Posted over at dverse

It took two days to come up with a piece for this prompt, I struggled a lot, at first I was thinking of writing a square poem using the epigraph but I couldn’t do it! So I settled for a free verse poem, I hope you guys like it.

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Quadrille: Dating a Poet

On a boat, just me and her,
and as I'm about to kiss her 
she whispers,
"Wait, watch how the Moon flickers
in the winter river.
The crescent Moon's silver
shadow shimmers
and as the cold wind delivers
a chilly ripple, 
the shadow shivers."

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

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Prompt

Use shiver–or some form of the word—in a poem of exactly 44 words. The form is up to you. Shiver in rhyme, or shiver in free verse. Shiver in the past, present, or future.

I’ve chosen to write a free verse poem with each line’s end word rhyming with ‘shiver’. I listened to one of my favorite rolling stones track while I wrote this poem.

Poem/Rap: Rich Fame

I'm a rapper who's broke 
and today I awoke
with a hole in my ceiling 
an oak tree fell on it last night when it was raining
got no money to fix it 
and in the breakfast I'm eating a biscuit 
then I go to my desk 
but my mind's rhymeless
what a mess 

lately, I really feel like 
taking a hike and say goodnight
to this rap game 
hang up the mic 
'cuz I'm going insane 
with poverty killing me 
no poetry is left in me

I'm hungry, I need some money 
my friends think it's funny 
they say my rhymes are childish 
my mom asks me, "Why're you like this?"

I know that one day they'll all see 
but that day feels like fantasy
when my hard work'll make my name
and I'll rise to the rich fame.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2022 All Rights Reserved

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The Makeup Artist

Minutes to midnight
A little girl twists up
a lipstick
that was
in her mother’s makeup box

and which
looks pretty expensive
with its rich shade
peachy keen

She holds it
and feels her fingers
of the other hand
on her momma’s still face

She smoothly applies it
to her lips without waking her up
feeling a restless feeling
she calls happiness

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In the backstage
She’s now a girl well acquainted
with the world of beauty
and a touch of creativity

She twists up a lipstick
dark shade of plum passion
as she smiles at the model
sitting on the chair
in the neon mirror

She listens intently with her friendly ear
As she sugarcoats her lips
smoothly, expertly
Empathy in her fingertips

She feels her fingers
on the model’s face
Warm plastic beauty
She’s disgusted by it
But her fake smile doesn’t falter

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In the morgue
when she holds
in her arm
the smooth face of a corpse
first of five

and with the other hand
twists up and applies
black honey lipstick
to cold lips

she smiles her real smile
a vicious smile
as she again feels
that old restless feeling
she calls happiness

and before moving on
to the next one
she finishes by using
her creative fingers
to replace the frozen frown
on the dead lady’s face
by a frozen
smile.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2020 All Rights Reserved

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Book Review: Hearts in Atlantis

Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen King

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Heart touching. Thrilling. Nostalgic.
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I laughed my ass off, I cried, I was lost in the world of Stephen King. I went through each page like a person’d go through a gold mine, not missing anything, because this book is just that – Pure gold.
(I had world history in my high school and there were a chapter or two about Vietnam, first French colonization then hard on heel came U.S. so I had a gist of the plot and that made this book even more interesting than it’d have been if I knew nothing about the war.)

“More than one, people are like diamonds in that way, Bobby. They have many sides”
The way King can portray a small-teenage kid is just brilliant. I absolutely loved all the characters in this story, but Bobby is gonna remain my favorite. This was my first read but no matter how many time I read this book, I’ll never get bored and my favorite character’ll not change.

“Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immorality”
The beginning of the second story feels like autobiographical account of Stephen King’s college life and I became very excited at the aspect of knowing more about King’s personal life but it was part-autobiography-part-fiction, the storytelling at its finest.

“Cigarettes were Agent Orange that you paid for”

“Wars died one tiny piece at a time, each piece something that fell like a memory, each lost like an echo that fades in the winding hills.”

I, sitting in my college dorm with kindle edition of this book in my hands, visited a wonderful place in an interesting time and I thank Stephen King for being my travel companion.

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New Century Spring, Haiku#6

New century Spring;

Young flowers bloom atop

Old century’s plastic.

– © dixitmrityunjay, 2019. September heart-to-hearts.

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Haiku #3

Your hair, 
Field of roses 
beneath dim-amber sky, 
My heart hides there too.

– © dixitmrityunjay, 2019. September heart-to-hearts.

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