6S, minelovemisery's menagerie, Poetry

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MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – First Line Friday “I’m bought and worn, but I ain’t no dupe.”

it’s something you don’t normally remember once you’ve left. here’s the story… in that moment that i was sitting down, i was also looking up and that’s when i saw this very line written in a beautiful script upon the wall of the inner sanctum of a women’s bathroom toilet. without cause, i could not help but to wonder at the poet’s source for celebrating her status. here in this place claiming her power beyond inquiry. how and who was i to question, but to join and celebrate her claim. yes, i too was a wee bit tattered but not tainted.

 

 

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6S, napowrimo 2011, one word

one word.strength

one word 60 seconds write. today’s word: strength
six sentences ; day 5, napowrimo 2011

Luggage

i use to think strength was everything, to hold on until you can’t hold on no more. now i know differently. it ain’t so bad to let go. that’s a different kind of strength. an unseen strength that’s more than myself. oozing out and overflowing like a strange brew of magic.

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3WW, 6S

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,

clearly seen from the backseat of the old blue chevy the movie was going to be something i was not going to remember. thankful for salty buttered popcorn and coveted condoms we decided to enjoy the evening stars and serenading moon in the fully clothed fury of our youth. the passing poster had advertised something about an old southern family written by faulkner who somehow knew the intimate details of life gone wrong in the illusion of walking shadows grasping for breath. briefly distracted from the hands and eyes that began to wander to the intimate softness of my delicate ingenue, i was suddenly aware; quickly realizing he had shifted into overdrive and soon the show would be over before i ate my portion. too soon for him and too late for me, innocent guilt reflected on our inexperienced faces as we tried to smile the disappointment away. recovering quickly we separated to own thoughts and watched benjy’s silence in the dimness of a faraway first night’s experience.
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three word wednesday, this week’s offer: fury, guilt, thankful; six sentences
photo: Maureen Bond, flickr

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6S

4 aces

hardly negotiable she stared at the blank eyes staring back. it was gonna be a tough card game tonight. placing each card in a delicate design of mysterious femininity the evening began in a familiar tone of subtle silence. usually it was winning and that was all that mattered. this evening it was altogether something different. sipping whiskey, nostrils flaring, restless jaw jamming the signs were all there.
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some great stories over at 6S…six sentences… do stop by it is delightful..

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6S, CafeWriting, PoefusionFriday5

Journey

Poefusion Friday 5 prompt: kiss, train, fence, vale, simper. another 6S attempt. and, March Project at Cafe Writing Option 1 Fiction: To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.George Santayana. Write a flash-fic, scene, or short story about a happier state of mind.

Train

Listening to the sound of the train traveling fast forward never stopped arousing the sense of freedom in her rambling simper heart. Resting impatiently she stared out the clear open window viewing the passage of seasons stirring within the fence of days known from sunrise to sunset. In-between those hours her companion would often turn from his engaging book and kiss her lips with a remote softness that left devoted desire unchecked. Smiling each time he would subtly assure her of their journey and the unfamiliar destination soon to come. Heading to a place she’d never known with a man she thought she knew sometimes made her want to turn another direction. Slowly the curtain of darkness disclosed the day’s end turning her thoughts back to the gentle movement of motion and remembering the vale of yesterday and how he spoke to her from there and the difference of him here now.

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