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”
belief

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”.

Shadow…Puppy…Special sheltie
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.
It used to be a basic arithmetic symbol
It used to be a marvelous model of molecular movement
It used to be a dreaded remedy; the unmentionable, feared procedure, to eliminate the invading cancer
It used to be something concrete
Tangible!
Fundamental!
Comprehensible!
Now, it is fear without a face
Now, it marks the madness permeating our reality
Now, radical nemeses wreak havoc and destruction; becoming the neurotic ‘normal’
Now it is indefensible:
Incomprehensible!
Unthinkable!
Terror!
I write this in response to Trifecta Challenge.Trifecta: Week Forty-Two: this week’s word is RADICAL (adjective)
1: of, relating to, or proceeding from a root: as a (1) : of or growing from the root of a plant <radical tubers>(2) : growing from the base of a stem, from a rootlike stem, or from a stem that does not rise above the ground <radicalleaves>b : of, relating to, or constituting a linguistic root c : of or relating to a mathematical root d : designed to remove the root of a disease or all diseased and potentially diseased tissue <radical surgery> <radicalmastectomy> 2: of or relating to the origin : fundamental 3a : very different from the usual or traditional : extreme b : favoring extreme changes in existing views, habits, conditions, or institutions c : associated with political views, practices, and policies of extreme change d : advocating extreme measures to retain or restore a political state of affairs <the radical right>

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.
Written for Trifecta challenge…www.trifectawritingchallenge.com.
For this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, we’d like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along.
In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about retirement:
I’m still learning!
Trifextra challenge:Robert Frost one said, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” We want you to do the same. Sum up anything you want, but do it in three words. Your response should mirror Frost’s quote by beginning, “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about–.” And the last four words are yours to choose.
Alone
In this dark place for so long
Alone, save a roll of Kodachrome
A faded blue polishing cloth,
Once used to lovingly brush away intruding
Microscopic specs of dust.
Darkness,
And yet today – a sliver of light
Persistently permeating
The tiny vents of my protective prison
Beaming through a loose louver
Into this leather encasement
Questions:
Is this my rescue from darkness?
To, once again, capture, record, interpret?
This dark, lonely space – soon a memory?
At long last, liberation?
Raison d’etre fulfilled?
Alas!
Hope wanes quickly now
After years of forgotten promise
Profound realization
Post-mortem pending
I see her clearly now – with another.
Interloper
Bedecked in cyrillic blue
The superficial chasm of comparison ever-widening
Sharing this drear destiny with my Kodachrome cassette
The fate of this old, manual SLR, now fully revealed
I, Dinosaur!

This was written in response to Trifecta Challenge: Word Prompt: Dinosaur

I didn’t know that song, as a giggling ten-year old in Sister Thomas’ 4th grade classroom; giggling that nearly caused me to lose my Rag Doll role in the Christmas play. But I did know that this was really important, so reaching deep down – a rare moment of self-control – I forced myself to behave.
Rag Doll and Chauffeur, kept their date with fate and magically came to life at midnight. The simplistic plot played out perfectly; and he said his lines beautifully:
“If I were the judge, you would!”
Chauffeur’s heart had been touched, and Santa passed over the pretty French dolls, selecting instead – Rag Doll – because of her beauty of heart.
Long before concepts like ‘true companion’ and ‘love’ were understandable by these young hearts, on some level we must have known; that this seemingly trivial day in our 4th grade lives would be memorable.
The scribbled lines from his diary (carried in his wallet to this day), still speak volumes; I, the”girl friend” with the “red hair and red freckles”.
The boy who captured my heart that Christmas, is still the love of my life. He has been my schoolmate, best friend, husband, lover, life partner, father to our children and grandfather to our wonderful 5 grandsons. He has taken to heart, the roles of son, son-in-law, brother-in-law, and uncle: He is teacher, mentor, and friend to so many.
I knew in 4th grade that he was a sweet soul, and all these years later there has never been a day in which he hasn’t lived up to that promise; bashful boy becoming a truly caring, loving person – a person with a good heart. I admire him more than anyone I’ve ever known, and I’m blessed that today – every day – he “loves me with all of his heart. “
This weekend we will celebrate our 45th Anniversary; our Wedding Song, the prescription for this happy life we share.
Repast over, the painful realization: this dreaded disease was the catalyst for the rebirth of their relationship. The loss of him now – his music, his humor, his goodness, his fathering – only more profound.
The challenge: Last month we asked you to give us a killer opening line in exactly 33 words. This week we’re asking for an equally amazing closing line. It can be the ending to the story you began in the previous challenge or a completely different ending altogether. Just make sure it’s exactly 33 words.
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