Three Word Wednesday, a meme. Bone has given us another three words to become creative wizards with. Read mine (please), a comment would be great (please) then rush off to his site and find links to a myriad of creative bloggers who are participating. It WILL be worth your time…. You know you want to play too: poetry, a phrase, a full thought, a story, a poem, whatever!
– Corridor — Linger — Subtle —
Corridor 1
It was
neither a corridor lined with intriguing family photos,
nor one expressing a wealth of life experiences,
nor one of paintings by grand masters in subtle colors
it was
a corridor lined with copied paintings of muted colors
or one lined with faded green paint and little else
or doors, one after the other, that housed expectant hearts
that waited… and waited… and waited…
and no one came
but those in starched uniforms
and tired smiles.
I’m sorry, I write what pops in my head… and that was it.
OK, let me make it up to you. Here’s a happier fib.
Corridor 2 – A Preview
One
smile
lights up
old faces
warmth melts ice in heart
brings bright words forgotten to minds.
OOPS, didn’t use the three words. Let’s try again!
Corridor 2
She skipped down the corridor,
her mother trailing behind her,
stopped to linger only at the elevator
(she had to push the button twice
or thrice or more)
She grinned at the subtle smile
of the woman wearing yellow flowers
who lifted her hand
(from the tiny blanket draped
over the chair with wheels)
She later asked her mom if their mouths
were too tired to grin as big as she did
every day
(her mother replied, “yes, but only
because they have grinned so many times before.)
The little girl grinned and went on to play
safe in her belief they had smiled
their smiles
(her mom knowing later was soon enough
to know of life’s heartache and all that stuff.)
OOPS. I did it again. Corridor, think, Marcia. A smile must come in a corridor.
Corridor 3
They rushed through the door
down the corridor
tossing keys and belts into the plastic tray
no time to linger
no subtle looks between these two,
they were on the way
to pick up their new baby.
There! I did it. That will bring a smile to your face!!!!!!!
All words by MeeAugraphie, not to be copied… but then why bother copying, you have your own wonderful brains, right?
I liked the interchange between the three poems–and yes the last did bring a smile to my face
Thank goodness, Pia, I was feeling like I would throw everyone into depression.
((((Marcia))))
I loved them all and you call me gifted with words? I could smell the disinfectant from here.
On the last one, was it pick up or make a new baby?
Rose
xo
Thank you, Rose… I’m sorry you had to smell it
. As to pick up or make, well, pick up, but then that has been known to lead to make……
I loved every version, and each one evoked a different emotion…thank you for sharing!
Fledgling Poet – I love that my words evoked different emotions, that is my purpose in writing, thank you.
every attempt a gem.. right words or not… excellent read me….
Thank you, Paisley.
[...] Because I was writing not one, but several sadder poems about The Corridor, all because of the words Bone chose for Three Word Wednesday, a meme y’all should be doing, [...]
Hi Marcia! I love how you write what pops in your head — and how you kept writing instead of completely censoring yourself. Each one is really incredible!! You are awesome at creating moods and atmosphere in your poems.
Clare, I am excited that you wrote that, thank you.
Liked all three. They interconnect and flow so well.
Thank you, Gautami.
I like Corridor 2 best. This is just so nice, so happy that you can’t help but smile as well. It did have a sense of foreboding in the last two lines.
I’m glad you smiled, Ther. It is a bit foreboding that the innocence of youth is lost, whether early or in normal time, I think.
I’ll be honest… despite the lack of all three words, the first one seemed the most real, the most honest. Sometimes it should be about what pops into your head
TC – I have to admit, I don’t always realize if I have used them or not, sometimes I truly try to pay attention, but once words start in my head, I have little conscious control of them.
oh i loved them all !!!
the first one was so real – it is like i know that place
thank you so much for dropping by my first 3WW
Kathryn, I’m glad you saw the realism in them. Hope you do 3WW again.
Enjoyed reading each of these and it didn’t matter to me that some were sad.
Paul, glad you enjoyed reading them in spite of the sadness.
I agree with TC. The first one really touched me. Honestly, although I knew you were trying to connect with the reader with your comments in between each poem, they somehow interrupted the feelings each poem evoked. However, I have a feeling that each interjection is a reflection of your own feelings, especially when you said: “A smile must come in a corridor.” It made me feel that you needed the smile. I hope your work brought a smile to YOUR face, Marcia.
It did put a smile on my face, Liz… and you are right about not adding the remarks, I almost didn’t… It dawned on me that this is a poetry/fiction site and most readers are writers and should understand anyway….
The first was my favorite.
<i>doors, one after the other, that housed expectant hearts
that waited… and waited… and waited…
and no one came
but those in starched uniforms
and tired smiles.</i>
That’s beautiful, wistful, and sad. I don’t think it’s important if you left one of the three words out
It’s about being inspired, even if just one word inspires you, and writing. And you did that well.
Thank you, Bone. Left our words? Me? Becoming a habit isn’t it….