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Archive for March, 2008
Michelle at Poefusion chose these five words for us. I am late, but it is still Friday, or will be, if I can get my computer to stop acting weird: fling – cranberry – winsome – prey – quacky
23:15:00 Begin
23: 20:27 finally confirmed a word definition
23:20:50 Really begin:
My mind, quacky as always,
tried to fling words
as a child would fling a cranberry
across the porch
while stringing them on garlands
(when no one was looking of course -
over the age of 13)but my muse fought to remain winsome,
after all so much had interfered with my
perfect birthday weekend:work, and thoughts unbecoming a cheerful person
chose that special time to prey
on the fewer muscles that controlled the smile
and weakened them,and so I relied on my skill
at writing words
of melancholy and sadness,but they seemed reluctant
to participate.And so, by default, smile took over
and I cannot help but grin at this
pathetic attempt at Friday Five….23:31:10 End
MeeAugraphie
03/28/08
Note: 23:38:38 – Just got it copied and pasted and link in, took me all that time to figure out it was acting weird because I switched browsers tonight… hmmm. Who knows what will happen when I click Publish….
Glass – Question – Token: Three words chosen by Bone, no one else can take credit (or shame) for those words. This is Three Word Wednesday, a prompt that always becomes much more than it seems. Why not join us? Bone, my favorite words, so far! Thank you!
Reality
He raised his glass,
his words
chosen both
to mockand question
our values.
It seemed a cruel act
to those unawarebut I knew the depth of his heart
it was not a token of his hate
tossed to embarrass
but
a reality check given
at his own expenseto spare me
a lifetime of misery.
MeeAugraphie
03/26/08
Note: fiction! P.S. Yes, I know poets are supposed to let the reader come to their own conclusion, but, let’s just let this be an exception – or just consider it a fractured essay, grin!
Alecia sat alone in the sand, digging her toes into its coolness. As I observed from the dock, I thought aloud, “I wonder if she is trying to suck cold into her heart.”
John had walked up behind me and heard. “You amaze me with your weirdness, Melinda, what on earth does that mean?”
I didn’t react to his words or his sudden interruption of my attempt to make sense of what I saw, nor did I continue my pondering in silence because he was there. I merely continued thinking aloud as if he had never dared approach me.
“Is she trying to push the burning pain of love misplaced out of her heart by pulling cold in?”
“Give me a break,” John said.
“Or, is she merely a clever young woman, playing on the emotions of the one or two men out there with a genuine heart, who will rush, though with a gentleness of words, to her side to rescue her from her supposed pain?”
“You truly are daft, Melinda.” He shook his head and turned to walk back into the party.
I said my next words loud enough for him to hear as he got halfway up the path, “No, clever she is not if that is her purpose, for the odds are she will draw instead the men who are drawn to the lonely like flies to food, only to fill their physical needs. The ones like you, John.”
I had to warn her, either way.
This was written by MeeAugraphie on 03/22/08 in response to Write Stuff’s Picture This writing exercise. Read the easy rules and bonus reason for participating… not that most of us need a bonus, creating something with words is usually the best reward.
I cannot tell you how much I loved this prompt. I may have to write from it again, or just more of their stories…. Thank you! And by my word processor, it came in exactly at 250 words, it was 246 and I added a thought.. and, holy cow, it was then 250. Scary, sometimes, how the mind works.
Bone’s Three Word Wednesday words: Money – Tangled – Understood. Join us!
Gee, I guess it will be quite obvious where my head is today!
Money ThoughtsI stand tangled
in my thoughts,money is not everything
I am living proof,yet I understand
it is
a necessary
evil
to keep us off street’s
grime infiltrated ooze
created when man tosses
his wasted goods on
Florida sun torched asphaltI long
for snow (not ice)
for summer breezes that flit in
and out of evergreens (not palms)
to bring a refreshing shudder
where fleece forgot to cover parched skinbut I also smile toward the heavens as my
feet sink into still cooled sand
their motion in rhythm with water alternately
whispering and crashing with power I wish I hadwhen needed.
I shake my head with pride that I asked
the universe
that our house not sell
to someone that would not love it
continuallyand shake my head
in frustration
that I did not askthe universe
that our house just sell, then,
for the highest price,to whomever.
Some times we ask for too much,
some times too little…but we keep asking
and we keep tangling
and untangling
our thoughts, sometimes we get it right.
MeeAugraphie
03/19/08
Oops, I kind of went off on tangents and back… but then that is my true mind… and these are usually rough drafts…. just like me.
