Monthly Archives:May 2012

Warmish spring day dawns
moose calf suckles greedily
Alaska queen reigns
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and another for Jester Queen

A poetic challenge from Trifecta’s poetic editors this weekend. You still have a titch over two days to write and post yours. When the challenge is closed, the entries will be open to judging by the community . . . you can vote for up to three entries and you can ask your friends and family to vote for yours as well.

Rules:
an original poem in 33 words, or 3 stanzas, or 3 lines. One entry only. Go on now and write.
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LouCeel does Haiku Friday! Thanks for the tip, Tara.

With all the angst in the FaceSpace world, Sara Jane found herself reeling. Words and sentiment were bandied about constantly: You whore! You slut. LOL. LMFAO. Friends friending – then un-friending at each perceived slight.

“I’m so lonely, but nobody must know.

I should update my status – EVERYONE must know.”

It was easier when she was just a blogger. Now people peeked into her every move. Inside her heart she could hear her mother tsk-ing and feel her shaking her finger in her face.

Child, you’ve certainly made a spectacle of yourself now, haven’t you?

Mother, please! It’s my life!
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Velvet chose SPECTACLE this week for her 100 Word Challenge. These are my 100 words – where are yours?

“Let’s face it. It’s all about me.”

Richard slammed the door. An ending – a finality of emotion wrung from my heart.

He was gone. He was gone and I was left here alone.

I found the note – placed precisely in the center of our hospital cornered bed.

Amanda –
No more lies. I want to be here. I can’t be here. I feel life passing me by and I cannot bear it.

If I stay I will lose more of me than I can stand to lose. I need to be free.

Let’s face it. It’s all about me.

Goodbye
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A darker challenge from Lance and Frelle, with Lacuna Coil’s Within Me. And, again, it will come as no surprise to you to know I’d never heard this song (I know, what DOES the Moose do with her days???) I am enjoying these challenges because they encourage me to widen my musicality somewhat.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

We were so young
Wet behind the ears
Out to change the world
Change the minds around us

Wild in our abandon,
We danced in the parks
Dishabille
Barefoot and fancy free

FREE

That was the word
We used to describe ourselves
Who we thought we were
Who we wanted to be

What we were
Was our parents
In junior form

Oh, we tried not
To let them rub
Off on us

They did

We got it all

We became them
As they had become
Theirs before

Wild and free
War torn and careworn
Not so wild after all

Human

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ahhh those wild, wild editors at Trifecta challenged us this week to find out where the WILD ones are. 33-333 words using WILD in its third definition. Apparently I’m in a 100 word groove as that is the word count on this piece. How many wild words do you have?


Rod leaned on the counter pleading. “It’s Mom’s 86th birthday. I have to be there tonight.”

The clerk listened, nodded, repeated: next flight is 2:30 a.m. You will have to wait until then.

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After looking several times at the picture provided to us by those photogenic Trifecta editors, I noticed way in the dark background a young man leaning on the counter. Hmmm, what is HIS story? Thus these 33 words. I imagine there is much more to tell.
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