3WW,
Poetry |
Posted by MeeAugraphie
Jan
30
2008
Good old Bone. Thank you for these words! More fun than usual! Now, ya’ll, many people take advantage of his word choice for Three Word Wednesday. Write something yourself with these three words and then hop on over and check out what sentences, poetry, stories, essays, others came up with. You will laugh or cry or shake your head — in understanding.
Approach — bottle — smooth
Hopscotching Through Life
Approach used:
drown himself in Scotch,
Chivas Regal,
Dewars,
Cutty Sark,
mattered not really,
after the first bottle,
it was all smooth
trouble was
he didn’t
sail through life
any easier,
for a moment, perhaps,
but that last credit card
was approaching its
many times extended limit.
Have you priced Scotch lately?
MeeAugraphie
01/30/08
Friday 5 words chosen by Michelle of Poefusion today are:
cohere – dandelion – immerse – create – glass
Aren’t they great words?! I went here with them:
Coherence
From behind walls of glass
display
your creativity
Immerse yourself
in clouds of dandelion
seed pods
display word of wisdom
softened by
soul’s heart
Dare they deny your thoughts and acts cohere
when viewed thus?
MeeAugraphie
01/25/08
If you guys have any clue what this means…. good for you…. cause, for me, it was more a reflection of an idea forming, than words I truly understood. And yes, even then, I edited it a bit here and there as I went.
I had planned on posting a photo shot up into the sky of a dandelion shower in Washington, I thought I had posted it before, but try as I may, I cannot find it anywhere, not even in my computer…. You will have to visualize: it looks like snow falling… in fact, the first time we drove through one, we thought it was snow, and couldn’t understand how it could snow as warm as it was….
Now, all y’all check out the other Friday Five participants. There words always make sense!
Life Tears
My heart aches.
Clouds floating across
a blue sky
drag my limp body
upward,
where their gentle hugs
absorb my anguish
and ignore
that my tears turn
their white laced demeanor
into gray swollen masses.
Instead, the cloud hugs
tighter until my last tear
has been deposited
within its embrace and I drift
back to solid ground.
There, I sit
in self-imposed muteness
as the once beautiful cloud
tumbles across the sky,
ugly in its bloated grayness,
As my
distress becomes theirs
they grumble
with deep tenor
and jagged spikes are tossed
in frustration
until they open to drop
all my tears as rain
and I look on in awe
at the power of my tears:
Greens are made colorful.
Stems once bent in tired hunger straighten.
Birds and bees and dragonflies compete to be first at puddles.
My tears make a difference.
MeeAugraphie
05/30/07
01/24/08 (R)
and yes, I actually edited this one….
If you came from Tumbled Words, no need to continue reading. If you just tumbled onto this poem, this link will lead you to how it came about from a Memorial Day post last year, where it will lead, and also to another shorter poem on life and death.
Link no longer works, in midst of transferring Tumbled Words to another blog — mmb
3WW,
Poetry |
Posted by MeeAugraphie
Jan
23
2008
Bone, in 3 Word Wednesday, chose these three words for us to create with: breath scattered tomorrow.
Check out the other creations here. As usual it took me places I had no intention of going.
Direction
It was her breath that scattered his thoughts,
for it was both sweet and heated
as it tossed out words
that floated gently to penetrate his heart
even as they bit chunks from his self esteem.
He thought it love,
others thought it veiled abuse.
Only time will tell if tides will turn.
MeeAugraphie
01/23/08
Note: Oopsed on the prompt words… Thank you, PJD for telling me. I like knowing when I do that, because I really do love the challenge of using all the words. (Yes, this was not the first time.)
3WW,
Poetry |
Posted by MeeAugraphie
Jan
16
2008
Bone offered us three simple words this week, so simple they were way too much fun to play with. I know, you can tell this was written in quick spurts between one page scanned or faxed or another…. but work must go on. (And so must our personal enjoyment – and obsessions.) So, check out the other participants… put your feet up after reading mine and click here. It is no telling where you will be sent!
Awkward – Kitchen – Obsessed
Not Just a Fairy Tale
She was an awkward child,
a wayward cook as an adult
He envisions this self conversation:
What kitchen?
Oh, THAT kitchen,
the one from which food
magically appears.
as he watches her face change
from confusion
to angelic gleam.
Breakfast in bed on his birthday
would have been deemed a simple request
by most.
But…
for him to ask;
for her to actually turn and walk toward
that room,
just adds further credence:
one (or two) can still
be obsessed by love,
it is not just a fairy tale.
MeeAugraphie
01/16/08
