PoefusionFriday5

contraction

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as an alien in a familiar territory, she could no nothing but mimic the cry of the others with the same purple plume. she loved the feeling of free flight and laughed out loud whenever she could. secluded in her effort to stay hidden, the others barely took notice of her strange complicated behavior, side-stepping the multi-colored cutlet with barely a missed step. finding her way to the other side, she notice the slight movement of soft brown grains of sand creating a sudden plication and then quickly disappear. unable to look away, she stepped closer, closer… soon sucked into the void of thresh her life forever changed in the shifting sands.
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Michelle’s Poefusion Friday Five this week are: thresh, plication, cullet, secluded, mimic
photo: jvverde flickr

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3WW, pink saturday, PoefusionFriday5

afterwards

sensing tension the air was heavy with an invisible fog of unmistakable proportions. envisage a humid wet jungle, a handy hatchet would suffice; but not knowing the future, i only carry a pretty petite red swiss army knife.

straining to inhibit circuitous damage my bare brown feet kept bumping against the rotten corpse of phantom souls lying littered along the crowded empty room. seeking distraction i opened the door to a beautiful carved dusty armoire. meddling into a debris-filled subsistence the smallness within expanded as reality ripened into a glittering giant peach oozing with kismet. instantly encountering a pink polka-dot rest stop, cognition circled in merry-go-round motion.

if only normal came home i could rinse away the extraneous gypsy songs and horse-led covered coaches lit with a soft fire of midnight moon.

refreshed with jungle fever immunity, i strapped on fire engine red high heeled sandals glad to be heading home, soon sleeping in the safety of my own bed.
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mingling prompts: thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: corpse, damage, knife; michelle’s poefusion friday five: meddle, afterwards, debris, rinse, ripen; and, beverly’s pink saturday.
photo: Tin-can Telephone, flickr

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PoefusionFriday5

love leaves loudly

quietly closing the car door she soon grasped the full impact of sleepless  nights. speaking out loud to no one in particular, “it’s either him or me. his slightly open sleepy mouth, no more.” after nights of constant torment there was no other conclusion. her quiet ways had proved to be a snare. together alone it mattered little. turning the key the engine purred softly. backing out of their driveway in the early hours before dawn her blue-green eyes began to change. good-bye tears fell flowing over falling silent wetting her chin onto her now cool nightgown. the epitasis his constant vibrating sonorous snores.
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Poefusion Friday Five this week’s five: epitasis, slightly open, blue-green, conclusion, snare
photo:  Jim Felder, flickr

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PoefusionFriday5, Poetry

embroidery

living in a secluded spot
unknown to most who pass
the fatigue of existence
began to ebb as a tide
called by the white moon

hours would pass
under the large oak tree
monotonous to most
filled with peace for few

chirping birds
filled the silence
as the thaw of ice began
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Poefusion Friday 5 this weeks five: fatigue, embroidery, secluded, monotonouse, thaw
photo: The Old Oak Tree – Squarerobherr, flickr

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PoefusionFriday5

abstract shine

sedulous afternoon
earmarked for movement

beneath the stayed surface
blue skies simmer cloudless

bright yellow sun blisters
exposed soft tender skin

apiculate shifting hours
release mystery masquerade

pheromones riding shotgun
lazy river ride

current slows to never
just beside the sandy beach
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Poefusion Friday 5: offers this week: pheromones, earmarked, sedulous, piculate, blisters
photo: Yes, the river flows #2, нσвσ, flickr

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