Watching the clouds part the sky
With the quickness of a train on a straightaway
But a fluidity all their own
Pieces of human verbiage pierce the sound of the crashing waves.
Nothing can disturb my peace.
Gravel crunching next to me
In my sheltered hideaway
Does not drown out the ocean’s call
Nor dull the lighthouse horn.
The buoy rings unevenly
Daring ships to near
And still the clouds pass ‘bove my head
My peace a constant partner.
Written for Trifecta: Week 109
Write between 33 and 333 words using the following word, 3rd definition
1. (pronoun) a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of what
Used in questions that express surprise or confusion
2. (adjective) a: all the
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not known
3. (adverb) Used to show that something is not important
The nagging pokes perforate my serenity
The kind that doesn’t come easily
The type fighting against the jabs
Thinking the stabbing is a side effect
Of some past experience.
“Don’t hold onto the unhappiness,” he said.
The poking, prodding notes
Tell a different story,
One that’s convoluted in gooey memories and shaky truths.
Unhappiness is forced to exit my ears
Leave my lips bumbling something about pain
And desperate to suck the words back in.
The jolting is normal
It hasn’t changed in years.
The hope is that is will
The fear is that it will not.
I let go the fear
In remembrance of what he said.
Unhappiness, no longer my friend, must be set free.
‘Tis a speakeasy to the ego and heart
When something’s poking around inside me.
Written for Trifextra Ninety-nine
Slithering through the pushy hormones and twitching in the solitude, her neurons wrapped around themselves. She was often left aching for those hormones. Oh, no! She noticed someone else was taking her hormones.
She had not hit bottom just yet. Katerina felt as though she were being used to dredge the depths of a great body of water. She wished she could simply settle on the bottom. After lying down without sleeping for the fourth time that day, her thoughts rounded on her frustration at not being able to sleep for days. Every bit of her body ached especially when she breathed. Maybe Babushka was right when she said Katerina was like her dollhouse dolls. Maybe there was a giant playing with her; it sure made sense to her at that moment.
Written for Trifecta Week 99!!
Slick-tongued salesman seduces me with the beat of deceit. My slithering internals slide my feet into motion. The quake draws me unmercifully. Soon my essence is poised for deeds that must be done.
33 words in honor of “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones via Trifextra: Week Eighty-nine
When the dust settles on my brow
Relief coats my throat
My eyes close into darkness
Refusing the light.
Conjuring continual streams of loam
Complements the darkened aura trailing behind me.
When the dust settles on my arms
The weight presses and movement stops
Stillness weeps within my center stemming from my heart.
Stop the cadence of radiance
End reliance on seeing
I close my soul to perception
When the dust settles.