Aquaria-demia

Photo Credit: Thomas Leuthard / Foter.com / CC BY

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A world passes by each day,

Never engaging.

There’s no swimming behind the glass –

Except for ideas in her head.

She’s not flashy enough to catch the eye –

But she’s becoming ever brighter.

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This was written in response to the Trifextra 101 Challenge: to come up with 33 words to describe the above photo.

After coming off another month of working on (and maybe completing my chapter of quantitative analysis by carrying) dissertation papers and statistics books everywhere I went – strewn atop bleachers, across counter tops, littering my bed…boy, could I ever relate! I meet with my methodologist later this week, so wish me progressive luck! -jody

The Release

He slipped in during the most quaint hour of my life –

The moment in which I had given up on my frantic search for fulfillment,

yet only seconds before I was prepared to reside in kind with loneliness.

He surely had never been bold before now in the announcement of his intent –

For that matter, I was certain he’d thought nothing of me at’all,

seemingly caring very little for my former presence in his midst.

After all, we’d kept one another’s company, in an aloof sort of way, on prior occasions –

In past days, when his eyes had been upon others,

his heart fancying their presence on his arm

in lieu of mine.

I was quite taken aback when he at last turned his focus on me.

Oh, let me assure you. In a million years, I would’ve sworn to you –

I meant absolutely nothing to him.

I would’ve lifted my chin haughtily and declared to you –

I’ll never offer him the response he’s sought from so many others

before me.

Yet there I was, most peculiar in my retort to his grotesque charm –

Falling into his ample arms,

casting my breathiness upon his face,

feeling my heart no longer tepid to his touch.

Take me! I cried. I am yours!

He pulled me close to his frame,

wrapped me tenderly in his arms,

cloaked the chills traveling my spine.

Finally – my release –

as Death offered me his long-awaited kiss.

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Written in response to this week’s Trifecta prompt – 3rd definition of:

QUAINT (adjective)

1:  obsolete:  EXPERT, SKILLED
2a:  marked by skillful design <quaint with many a device in India ink — Herman Melville>
b:  marked by beauty or elegance
3a : unusual or different in character or appearance :  ODD
b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar <a quaint phrase>

– See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifecta-week-110.html?showComment=1390310840545#c7083642183870303690

All a Blur

The first time I saw…
Light flashed bright.
Jolt shot through.
Blinked. Stunned.

Warmth turned cold.
Seized by fear,
I fought back.
Kicked. Screamed.

At least, I think I did.
Braced for it.
Faced new life.
A blur.

Into the Great Beyant…

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The Trifextra 100 challenge this week is as follows:

We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each.  We’re going low-brow on you this week.  Or not.  Can you class it up under these restrictions?  Give us your best.

To clarify, we are giving you 5 words.  We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.

 – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.ss04lAQc.dpuf

Trifecta 109: The Queen of Whatever

Whatever you say…

Whatever you do…

It can’t quite measure up to what I hoity best do

– for –

I am ‘The Queen of Whatever.’

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Whoever you are…

Or wish you could be…

Don’t expect you’ll ever be near good as me

– for –

I am ‘The Queen of Whatever.’

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What’s that you say?

What’s that I hear?

You think you’re the Who’s-it of What’s-it, my dear?

– You –

Claim you’re ‘The King of More Clever?’

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Aim well.

Bloody hell.

Whatever…

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Bet you bloody well had trouble guessing this week’s word, right?

Yeah, whatever…