I have not been able to write all week – busy at work, although that is not the real reason. My mind has been filled with despair, compassion, heartbreak, love, a myriad of emotions. I don’t really need to spell out the reasons, do I?

Things have rocked our world this week – explosions man-made and explosions chemical-based. Both types cost lives: lives of the innocent; lives of the guilty; lives of first reponders. Both types cost innocence: what do you tell your children when so much chaos and blood and fire and screams flash across your television and computer screens? How do you replace that innocence?

So, I find last week’s Trifecta challenge timely in retrospect and what I posted for the challenge meaningful (at least to me):

Mama, mama, I had a dream!

Tell me, child.

When I’m grown I’m going to tell how beautiful we can be if we only love one another.

That is a wonderful dream, son.
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The comments from that post were interesting – people liked the innocence-sweetness of the child. Everyone missed the reference to the Doctor and his I have a dream speech. But, even that aside . . . wouldn’t we all like to reactivate that child-like simplicity? That dream of how beautiful we can be . . . if we only love one another?

I know that dream is what allows me to sleep.

Maybe it will allow me to begin again to create – to write. Until that time, I bid you good-night and sweet dreams and peace.

Posted: April 20th, 2013 under Hear Me, inspiration, sad, talkin' to mahself, words.
Comments: 2

Mama. Mommie. MOM!
What is it, kiddo?
I love you.
I love you, too.

Mama. Mommie. MOM!
What?
Give me kiss.
One for me, too.

Mama.
What, sweetie?
Thank you.
Oh, thank you!
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Those thrifty Trifecta editors have asked for a 33 word (only) dialogue. This conversation happened many times over the years of raising my two daughters . . . and many times it has come back to them as they raise my grandchildren. I know you’ve been there, too . . . if you are raising kiddos.

Posted: February 1st, 2013 under Family, Hear Me, trifecta.
Comments: 24

The girl knelt at Mother Mary’s feet, tears streaming down her face. Sister Magdalena bent next to her offering a slim taper. “You must light a candle for your father, Raisa. Tell Mother Mary your Intention for your father’s soul. Come now, child.”

Raisa rose from her knees, took the taper and walked to the votive stand. There she stood, rigid in her defiance. “My intention? My intention, Sister, is to see his rotten soul burn in the fiery pits of hell!”

Heedless of Magdalena’s gasp, Raisa threw the taper down, turned on her heel and walked out of the church that had harbored a sinful man and had helped to steal her innocence by turning its back when she cried for help.
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Trifecta’s challenge this week is to write 33-333 words on INTENTION using the third definition:
3a : what one intends to do or bring about
b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered

The above is fiction . . . I do sort of like that it turned out to be 123 words. The symmetry makes me smile.

Posted: January 9th, 2013 under Hear Me, Moose Nuggets, trifecta.
Comments: 12

Fatty, Fatty, two by four
Can’t get through the kitchen door
Taunts given by long ago classmates
Sting my eyes
As sweat drips
And I ride away the pounds
Today
Sixty years later
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Trifecta’s Weekend Challenge: This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words that exorcise a demon. One of your own, or one from your imagination. Let it bleed on the page.

This is a community-judged challenge. So, if you read, and like, I would be honored to receive your vote. I would encourage you to read the other entries as well. There will only be 12 hours to vote, so watch that count-down clock over at Trifecta.

Posted: December 29th, 2012 under Hear Me, sad, talkin' to mahself, trifecta, words.
Comments: 14

I show a good face to the world. My countenance is unmarred by stress and worry. Stoic is what my best friend in the world called me. “Barbie,” she said, “I had no clue you felt that way. Your face didn’t show it.”

Others say my face is telling; that they know exactly what I’m thinking by what goes across my visage. They see joy, sadness, distaste, distrust.

No, they only see what they want to see; a reflection of themselves. They see what they think they see and judge me, my actions, from their viewpoint.

The real me hurts.
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VV’s 100 word challenge is COUNTENANCE. That and her wise words about the recent goings on in the world – the need to take time, listen, to have a strong back and a soft heart made me even more introspective than I’ve been over the past week. And, that is saying something.

Posted: December 22nd, 2012 under 100 Words, Hear Me, Velvet Verbosity.
Comments: 2