3WW, short story

real estate

it is good to be back at thom’s three word wednesday. this week’s offer of three are: effect, immense, shimmer

when all are sleeping and the hazy moon yawns, the effect of time empties into a dead end street of suggestion and sobbing. feeling a rather peculiar feeling, you soon set your eyes upon a happy looking home that secretly yearns for people to populate and bring a light of the living.

there to the left and down the hall is a quiet room that never leaves nor honors the presence of accumulation. a beautiful wooden door, set with an old ornate antique brass knob, guards the order with fierce devotion, letting nothing pass.

forgetting fear, the curious realtor enters the beautiful house sitting quietly among the old immense oaks towering the property. bewitched by beauty, she now lives quietly in the shimmer of a hazy moonlight when all is asleep. behind a wooden door in a remote room guarded so fiercely by a hidden smothered sound.

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Haiku, OneSingleImpression, Poetry

lost and found

one single impression: this week’s topic suggested by snow white is empty.

located in the most northeast corner of texas where only the wind and fields exist one could hear the telling of abandoned stories so close to home….

remnants of a house
pardon the passive rooms
conscious with the corruptible

wide open window
watching for a future
forever expecting

spirit shadows soaring
waving wings on their way
gold droppings falling fast

being bare of color
vacant wild ramblings roar
smell a rift beguile time

benevolent white clouds bend
hot with heat the sun prevails
delicate dizzy seeds ignite

messy with meaning
intermittent sticky notes
written with a wiry flare

found by fortuity
a hundred years later
the paled paper speaks of age

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Big Tent Poetry, Poetry

serene seclusion

big tent poetry: possessions. this week’s prompt is to think of something you possess. what are your feelings about this possession? do you possess it, or does it possess you? i was unable **unwilling** to focus on anything specific **anything to do w/my personal possessions** but i did find this one… confirming possessions are fleeting ; photo: purple finch by drphotomoto, flickr

Purple Finch

surrounded in a small way
she felt perfectly content
her favorite color of pink
entwined in the tiny twirls
of happiness haunting her house

purple dangling beads
dancing with delight
shimmering songs singing
her doorway the dazzle
of dawn’s expression
mad and marvelous
everyone stayed away

swift and slow she so suddenly left
her presence slumbers in nirvana
perceptible pink puddles smiling back
clearly anticipating more

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