ReadWritePoem, short story, WeekEndWordSmith


weekend wordsmith: no 94 contract; read write poem: day 5 naprowrimo
photo: compaddict04, flickr


releasing the day’s thick coating of city life took more effort than her life reserves reflected. unlocking the front door, she laid down her purse and keys on a small table and searched for the cure. walking to her bedroom she changed into an old tattered shirt and sweats shucking her sheath for another day. heading to the living room she approached shelves of vinyl records and picked a favorite. silently scolding herself, why not something else?

ignoring the shadow of stolen star gazing she swayed to the sounds of aretha franklin and once again began discharging in a curtain of glittering scales. in the lightness of letting go the needle played round and round bringing relief from the reality of her current condition. playing the role of the pretender was no longer a pledge she wanted to perform.

OneSingleImpression, WeekEndWordSmith

come home

weekend wordsmith: sleepless
photo:sleepless, highwaygirl67


dry distant humor
intelligence imagines
psychedelic dreams

pretty perfect words
mezmerizing cool cold touch
wishful dissemble

alluring lost life
he often comes home alone
daylight brings reprieve

smiling sweetly
she slowly simmers near him
wooing gentle touch

tearfully timid
incarcerate carnality
fearful doubt aligns


au courant


weekend wordsmith no 84: sensible
photo: “Eleanor’s Sensible Shoes”, by appaloosa

alive her skin breathes
cognizant her consciousness
restrains the howl

efficient miles
reverberating comfort
disturbance aware

prepossessing light
formality desire
unreachable touch

her husband covets
not eleanor’s affection
nor her rosey cheeks

distant young demure
her smile reaches just shy
his once open arms


4 beat measure

once in the light
glimmer captured
foreign and alive

wolf in waiting
whale turning
splash of running wind

fast and wild
could not capture
the taste of wet water

fluid forms
shadows shining
beneath the swelling seas

broken shell
biting wind
guarded paws wander

howling heard
far afield
i recognize the sound
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weekend wordsmith: ripple
photo:  inua, flickr



his girth
orchestrated in
metaphysical motion
drifting from his side
to my side
manifesting magic
in a continuous conversation
always near
rarely far
a most wonderful life
snoozin’ we sit
discussing docile dogmas
nothin’ but neutrality
placed in perfect order
rubbin’ shoulders
occassionally we overlap
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weekend wordsmith: chimera
Miss Chicken, flickr
for those who are interested, the real story … The Walrus and the Carpenter, Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

PoefusionTuesdayTitles, WeekEndWordSmith

less than

committed to recovery she suddenly stopped shifting, sanctioning the silence to occupy all there was. pushing the quiet up hill, little effort was required on her part. more so her eyes took in the totality of trust and the weight floated as if the waters held the whole.

opening the red polka dot umbrella brought relief from the hot sun mercilessly shining through the open window. sidetracked by the heat she could focus, the stillness inside, as a soft vibrating purr waiting for recognition, for a touch, a caress.

he was talking again simply noted by the movement of his hands. observing  his hands became greater than his words beckoning for understanding, falling flat on the floor full of emptiness unattached to meaning, unsubstantiated topics floating lightly on top of fluent waters.

never wanting to be noticed, it was his little pinkie on his left hand. slightly bent an expression with wings wanting to fly. brilliant blue topaz catching a glint of sunlight, surrounded by a gold band. was he aware of the connection to the blue topaz, how the shine would bring all the dreams home to those who held inherent harmony.

immutable his voice caught on a breeze from an opened door. contracting as an accordian playing with romantic relish in a dance of playful passion.  musical notes soon filled the room with gaiety and laughter. eyes waxed with wanting it appeared progression was unstoppable and the whole would soon move on to a distinct farther. reality released and paused, a strange hush of comprehension spread like softened butter.

datelessly changed by survival he came to the end, the confines of boundaries tied to his heel. the small quick applause he graciously acknowledged and with little hesitation he left the podium.
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weekend wordsmith: faded; michelle’s poefusion, tuesday title: five-pronged eyes
photo: The Girl Behind The Camera, flickr