you are on my last nerve
about to topple off
your high horse
and loop da loop
like a whirlwind
a duster of sorts
let’s start over
Hi, my name is . . .
those prompt trifecta editors gave us a doozy for the weekend challenge: they gave us a list of words (topple, paradigm, underneath, nerve, honey, loop) from which to pick three; we were then to add 30 of our own to make the weekend 33. The above are mine . . . now it’s your turn.
you are on my last nerve
Peering over glasses perched at the end of his nose – the judge looked at the defendants seated before him. It was just another day in his judicial service. Just another string of defendants jumpsuited in faded yellow, manacled to each other.
Just another day in paradise.
He let his gaze slip over each “in custody” in a slow, deliberate way, taking in the appearance and demeanor of each.
Seated at the table was a gaggle of young and eager public defense attorneys. They did their job – defending the guilty – well, with eagerness, fervor and mostly smiling faces.
“Call the first case, madam clerk,” he bellowed into the overhead mic.
“Case number 62-43690, Judge,” she replied.
A timid hand raised from the midst of the in custodies and the judge tried to act less surprised than he felt. What was SHE doing here? In chains? Hair unwashed and tousled? Yellow jumpsuit and blue tenny-runners with pink socks?
“Charge, Mr. District Attorney?”
“Minor consuming, Judge.”
“I see. Thank you. Now, Miss Michaels, this is what I am going to do. I need to recuse myself and let Judge Olsen continue with your arraignment. Do you understand?”
He tried not to smile as she nodded and he noticed her trembling lips and a tear working its way down her cheek.
Leaving the courtroom he took off his robes and went to the Bailiff’s office. “I’ll be posting bail for 62-43690, Josh. But I have a favor to ask. Don’t let her know the bail has been posted until the morning.”
“You see, I always promised my kids that if they were arrested they would spend a night in jail before I bailed them out.”
“Aha! Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”
Fully robed again the magistrate reentered the courtroom.
“All rise! The court is back in session, the Honorable William Michaels presiding.”
He adjusted his glasses once again, looked over the remaining prisoners and boomed into the mic again. “Next case, please.”
Those deliberate trifecta judges . . . erm . . . EDITORS have challenged us with the third definition for DELIBERATE. Here are 329 (or 330 – depends on the program) of mine . . . bring on your own. There is still time.
Alaska spring erupts
With sounds of music
Forming vs in flight
Giant turkeys on stilts
Crooning melodies to
Mine, mine, mine
Begging for handouts
Those wordsmithy editors at Trifecta are seeking onoatopoeia in 33 words . . . at least one example. The “flats” in Kenai are abuzz with a cacophony of sound right now as the birds pause to feed on their way northward. My 33 include some of those sounds.
And, do . . . if you would like . . . take a gander at my Texas posts. I found much to love about my visit in Texas. I want to share that with you as well.
once upon a long ago time
a little boy lost his mother
“What does she look like?”
“She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”
Townspeople lined up
to be scrutinized by the lad
the elders walked him to
each and every
“No, not she. My mother is the
MOST beautiful woman in the world!”
“Alas, son, there is no other
the beauties have all been seen.
The boy gazed toward the edge of town
where sat an old woman
wrinkled, grayed, bent
“There!” he cried. “There is my mother
the most beautiful woman
in the world!”
VV’s prompt this last week of Poetry Month was PRETTY and there is an amazing slam poet highlighted for the week. I hope you will go over and listen to that.
This is a tale I heard in grade school. I think the nuns were trying to teach us that pretty is as pretty does – or that beauty is truly what is INSIDE the heart and not outside the body. At any rate, the gist of the story has stuck with me alllllllll these long and many years. Now that I am older, grayer, bent with my own years, I hope that any beauty in my heart can overshadow all that.
btw – just peeking in from Texas where I am visiting some elderly relatives and meeting up with some long-time on-line friends. Back to AK and reality towards the end of the week. Hope y’all (heh) are doing well.
it opens but once
opportunity knocks – then
leaves one cold
you have what it takes
to open that door
is a metaphor
Checking in from Texas – using the hotel’s computer – checking out the Trifecta challenge for the week.
These are my 33 words – where are yours?