Choristers; professional and avocational
Hundreds of passionate, like-minded spirits
After months, weeks, hours of dedicated water-shedding
Tonight, all privileged to perform
To the gathering audience,
Performers are indistinguishable
(in standard black and starched white concert garb)
Like a waddle of penguins awaiting their momentous, impending migration.
A ‘waddle’ of anonymous (yet, uniquely talented) performers
Attentively awaiting the signal.
Poised. Waiting. Watching.
Maestro ascends to the podium.
Silence! Pick up cue…Downbeat…
In an instant, glorious silence-shattering sound!
Priceless, unrepeatable, unforgettable glimpse of beauty,
In an otherwise flawed world.
written in response to Trifecta Writing challengs:
1a : of the color black
b (1) : very dark in color <his face was black with rage>
(2): having a very deep or low register <a bass with a blackvoice>
(3) : heavy, serious <the play was a black intrigue>
2a : having dark skin, hair, and eyes : swarthy
b (1) often capitalized : of or relating to any of various population groups having dark pigmentation of the skin
(2) : of or relating to the African-American people or their culture
(3) : typical or representative of the most readily perceived characteristics of black culture
Trifecta Weekend Challenge: this weekend we are challenging you to write 33 of your own words to build on the following: On the count of three…(www.Trifectawritingchallenge.com).
On the count of three …yesterday, the giggling girl-child was whisked skyward in Mommy and Daddy’s arm-swing. Today, her squealingly ecstatic son cries: “Mee-Ma, Bee-Pa…again…one, two, three…whee!”
Like the Banyan Tree, she began humbly.
Until Suckers, uncontrolled, obliterated her withering core
Pushing her inward … Forcing her out …
Amid the tangle of torturous tendrils.
She is gone!
I love things that go ‘bump’ in the night. I’m uneasy revealing this quirk, because I understand that for others, such things could create fear or dismay.
I lie in bed, protected only by a thin mesh screen(a membrane through which sound, smells, sensations may freely permeate) I am exhilarated. Once again I am a privileged observer and participant in this miracle.
I listen, as my imaginings lead me down shadowy paths glistening in the moonlight and across dew-strewn stretches of sod. I sense the underground critter colonies beneath my bare feet, and can almost feel silky, squirming between the blades of grass.
I hear a distant train whistle – a wistful sigh – providing a haunting backdrop to the building crescendo. Moths flutter at lamplight to the rhythm of unending cricket chirping. Bats ‘swoopingly’ add their etude with flourish and grace. Nearby, a startled dog barks a trumpet call acknowledgement of mid-night movements. Barking ceases; Calm is reestablished.
I revel, as a burrowing owl reprises his cooing, whirring and purring. Across the field raccoons, their rodent cousins and feral felines, roam stealthily – each in pursuit of prey. Perched safely above amid rustling branches, nestlings cling to each other; as mockingbird melodies flood the night air with waves of spectacular song.
I marvel at the balance of nature on display for all who would see (or hear), and as night wanes, the thrush nightingale joins the cacophonous concerto, announcing the breaching sunlit strains on the distant horizon. larks awaken and mourning doves to begin their nocturnal postlude .
I retreat from my marvelous meanderings. Reluctantly, as the predawn drizzle begins, nostrils fill with nourishing negative ions, and my re-embodied self tries to salvage some much-needed sleep; physical replenishment for the fast-approaching day. Spiritual replenishment will be set aside until the return of moon rise, when…
I return to resume my restorative reverie.
Written by BCIJo, akaJoanne Edith) in response to Trifecta Challenge Week 45 (www.Trifectawritingchallenge.com) UNEASY (use third definition)
1: causing physical or mental discomfort
2: not easy : difficult
3: marked by lack of ease : awkward, embarrassed <gave an uneasy laugh>
I am writing answers to these questions posed by Trifecta as part of the Meet and Greet page.
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
Flying always made her feel insecure, out of control. Now, reluctantly lowering the shade; shutting out the spectacular sunset, as “Death and Transfiguration” seeped through her headphones into her brain; now she understood.
She sat transfixed. This glimpse of the Divine could only be comprehended in a unique sliver of time, when music and mind-gathering instincts could finally pull her soul and senses into focus.
The last paragraph is written in response to Trifextra Challenge. Paragraph 1 was proposed by the Challenge. Paragraph 2 was my first response, completing the thought. Paragraph 3 is a continuation of Paragraphs 2.
Blind Injustice, unleashed:
Disregarding all authentic accusers
Invalidating lucid, litigious logic
Suspending inherent, insistent incredulity
Belying total, terrible truth
Evincing encompassing evidentiary exhibits
Letting go, relinquishing reality
Ignoring presented, positive proof
Eroding judicial jurisprudence
Freeing culpable, self-confessed criminal!
This is posted response to Trifecta Week 44 challenge to use the third definition of the word <blind> :
”….3a : having no regard to rational discrimination, guidance, or restriction <blind choice> b : lacking a directing or controlling consciousness <blindchance> c : drunk”
Robin’s nest aloft, she basked in the sheltering shade.
Spontaneous squeals of delight from ‘her boys’:
Scaling leafy heights
Securing their fortress
Fending off ferocious, fantastic foes!
Shade Giver, Nest Nestler, Fortress Framer
By Joanne Edith.
Written in response to Trifextra Week Thirty-four. The challenge: “Describe something that is three different things at the same time. …in 33 words”.
Slim – spring in her step
Flying Frisbees: favorite feats
Shadow: Sheltie in need of sheep.
Shadow… Good girl…Loyal loving companion
Leaner, wiser, calmer
Stairs: daily challenge
Shadow: Sheltie in need of sleep.
Shadow…Old Girl…Faithful friend,
Ever heeding, though unhearing
Sickness: seizing her (now ample) frame
Shadow: Sheltie in need of Shepherd.
September has always represented for me, a chance to begin a new cycle. Despite having been driven by fiscal and corporate calendars for the last 45 years and January- to- December calendars all of my life, I am somehow surprised, that I would still feel this renewal urge each fall.
My husband, a leader in education his entire life, of course was guided by the school year calendar, as were my children, so in a sense, it may not be that surprising that each fall my thoughts turn to renewal. Whatever the reason, I feel strongly that this season presents an undeniable watermark, for positive repositioning of one’s plans.
This September, in particular, I’m given the unique opportunity to reorganize my life, since it is the first Autumn of my retirement from the business world. That said I am hardly ready to ‘retire’ in the sense that one stops to rest and retreat. Instead, I am looking forward to shifting my emphasis to fully embrace the things I’ve never had enough time to do well; photography, knitting, writing and pursuing what I’ve always considered to be my avocation – Music.
Which brings me to the theme of this day’s essay: How am I attempting to reestablish music as a priority and a passion, as I embark on this phase of life’s journey? In several ways:
Music has been my passion since I was a young girl, performing a la Shirley Temple, at every opportunity. Music has been with me through many of life’s trials. Music has given voice to feelings and emotions too overwhelming to express in any other way. Music, to me is an ever-constant source of solace and freeness of spirit, and wonderful gift from God; the gift of not only hearing it and having it in my life, but also the gift of understanding it and appreciating its historical significance; but most importantly, it is the gift of giving it to and sharing it with others.
Mom trusted Wynken, Blynken and Nod, to lull baby girl into dreamland.
Tonight, sleep is elusive; moonbeams are missed
Tonight, wooden shoe, waves of dew, misty sea are missed
Tonight, Mom is missed!
Trifextra (www.Trifectwritingchallenge.com) week 33:
The Rule of Three is a writing principle that asserts that, in writing, groups of three have the most impact. This week’s challenge is to write 33 words using the Rule of Three somewhere among them. It is up to you to interpret the rule, just make sure to use exactly 33 words.