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Rodeo Beach

January 9, 2014

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.

Whatever.

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.

Rodeo Beach

Written for Trifecta: Week 109
Write between 33 and 333 words using the following word, 3rd definition
WHATEVER
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

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Serenity Lost

January 5, 2014

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

Of discomfort

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

For me

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.

Three

January 4, 2014
tags:

Don’t

Do

Resolutions

 

Written for Trifextra Ninety-nine

We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015.

Hmmmm

November 22, 2013

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.

 

Trifextra week ninety-five

We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change; it must appear exactly the same three times.

Dredging the Bottom

October 17, 2013

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!!

babushka

Syllabification: (ba·bush·ka)
Pronunciation: /bəˈbo͝oSHkə/

noun

(in Russia) grandmother.

The Strength of No Restraint

October 13, 2013

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

Dust to Dark

September 26, 2013

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.