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3ww no 398: defense, fertile, needy

searching for a portal
immersed in a sea of maize

fertile field afternoon
sky blue turns a sunset corner

cornfield stalks sire a score
needy country songs capitulate

wondering where and how
only the wind hears to answer

picnic private space
redeeming defense delivers

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tame the wild

Thomg’s 3 word wednesday, this week deception, panic, scheme
photo: Brian Hill Photography, flicker.com

interval hours
sense passing ruthless panic
clemency released

capture indulgence
deception peeks past soft shield
hunted the heart runs

blossoming bloom burst
gentle scheme unraveling web
tame hand stays fierce flight

whisper still the sound
underneath the winter white
your love clothes the cold

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3WW, pink saturday

eclipse

ubiquitously pink
boundless the beauty

the blush of murmurs
endless cool pink sherbet
bewitches hot breath
fire to melting thirst

unlock the flawless flush
the quiver of whispering winds
pink flamingos heading homeward
harmonious affinity in flight

tenderness scratches
behind the ear of a
pink hibiscus

all beneath a bright
yellow sun
in a clear blue sky
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thommyg’s 3 Word Wednesday: blush, quiver, tenderness and,
beverly’s pink saturday; photo: DiAichner3. flickr

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3 movements in c

next to nothing there wasn’t much more to say. we silently suffered though a distant dinner of fish and folly, fumbling through the arrid ache of arduous arbitration.

merrily mocking the captivating candles created a queer quiet between the fork of fortune and a spoonless soup of suggestion.

clutching the amber after dinner cognac, the fumes of fire recalled to mind a good night’s sleep in contaminated comfort makes all the difference in early morning merriment makeup we play with perfection.
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ThomG’s 3 word wednesday, this week’s three: suffer, ache, difference
photo:  normann copenhagen, flickr

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a gambling man

sitting at the table across and down two was a man who emanated a stealth air of complacency. the subtle satisfaction of settled success weaved into the fabric of his noteworthy gray gabardine suit and brilliant diamond pinkie. unaware of the unexpected motion of rumblings within, his beating heart continued in a linear pace. attached to his sculptured face a mustache appeared hiding an unchanged smile of a winning hand. almost a habit, he rarely shaved the thick hairs away.

helpless to look further and unable to focus on the uncomplicated cards i continued to secretly search his personal being without acknowledgement. continuing on, there now appeared thin expressive lines, bored with the business of unchanged hours he was seeking a minut big bang evolution. perfectly manicured nails resisted the urge to chew in unmerited anxiety a knowledge he no longer remembered. silently he considered a change, the expresso he had with breakfast or the order of his hours, a minute less here a moment more with her.

easing into his next thought in a faceless expression, with no gamble involved, calling out his cards he wins another hand. complete to his satisfaction, he turns and smiles, motioning our departure. touching the back of my elbow he brings me in line in one movement we turn and leave. considering that i could possibly change his cool, embraceable heart i lingered on the romance the late evening held in the palm of my priorities.
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Bones 3 word wednesday prompt offers this week: habit, settle, bored
photo: A gambling man, Talis, flickr

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