I oft’ deny a few more precious winks, To rise from down-soft sleeping place, sublime. Beyond the heavy drapes, as night moon sinks, The light is changing with each tick of time. Feeling blindly, camera case inclined and leaning close aside the rattan chair,… Continue Reading “Beyond the Drapes”
The moment arrives, Time to satisfy the beast within. Boardwalk planks remind me; I’m shoeless! Thrust into this moment, I pause, Gasping, I see only beauty ahead: Symmetry! Simplicity! Serenity! I’m homeward bound. .
⚾️⚾️⚾️ The first time I saw him, nine years ago, he slid in the sure grasp of the nurse, as she penned his ‘stats’ on the blue score card. I blinked. He slid home. ‘Stats’: One hit, one run. ⚾️⚾️⚾️ This week’s a Trifecta… Continue Reading “‘Stats’ of Time”
The 33-word piece that follows, is a parody of Rudolph’s rondo, and a true story, relating my confusion over my tree lights. I had deliberately switched off the lights of our beautifully trimmed Christmas tree, and was on my way up to bed, when… Continue Reading “His Magic Touch”
This was written in response to Photo Friday: Frail (This week’s Challenge: ‘Fiery’. http://www.photofriday.com/challenge.php?id=1347) and In response to the weekend Trifextra, which asks that the writer use the same form of a word of her choosing, three times, in a thirty-three word post. The… Continue Reading “Fiery”
This was written in response to the Trifextra Challenge: In The Scorpio Races, author Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.” Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.… Continue Reading “Execution Day”
Picnic benches ‘Fall’ dormant, Tiny termite beasties nestle warm, ‘Tween redwood slats. Munching mulch aplenty, Awaiting, anticipating Wicked over-wintering. Unseen by humans far below, Cleaving ‘neath thermal wraps, ‘Round lakeside fire-pits. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an… Continue Reading “Beasties ‘Tween The Slats”
I keep it burning, day and night I keep it burning warm and bright It flickers now and then, but still Its flame will not be doused until You come home to me. The seasons change, the leaves turn gold, The summer’s gone, and… Continue Reading “Light in Our Window”
Written for Trifextra weekend challenge: This week we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by this classic song by The Rolling Stones. Good luck! NaBloPoMo October!
This was written using Trifecta prompt “Zombie”( a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice ), and for NaBloMoPo October (crunching leaves).
Stench invades our senses, Macerating mucous membranes, Rodents release their refuse into once crystal clear waters, producing putrid pools; Disease incubators disseminating deadly, dire moldy maladies. No safe harbor! No respite! Sandy’s aftermath! This was written in response to the Trifecta weekend prompt: As… Continue Reading “Silent Danger”