the slightest touch

emotions falter

right off the couch

the oars

of his heart

paddling to

places of

near silence

places of

“show don’t tell”

the promise kept

unbroken

despite its demise

“show don’t tell”

his heart’s quarry

nestling in commas

in merry intoxication

the slightest touch

transcending to feet

giving toes their

much deserved

blissful freedom

i see it all

spiky mane

mighty roar

his unedited claws

glistening in

pure orange sunlight

no longer restless

delights shining heartily on

thump, love and exhaustion

his room no longer, misty

his fingertips, warm

and i am glad for that

by mary ann blinkhorn

for 3WW at:

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

The three words:  emotion, falter and touch

shade depends on light

i  was dreading the thought of telling you

afraid of your reaction

but upon my doing so

you laughed warmly

held me more snuggly than ever

made it all out to be trivial

in a good way

the same as before and always

 

good times, trying times

i’m thankful for all

ink eats away the lost time

replaces it with light

 

sure

pages may have shrunk

but i assure you

i can always

find the story

nestled in the corner

like tangle-free silk threads

suspended in time

 

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

For Three Word Wednesday

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

words:  tangle, feel, shade

 

 

to imagine you happy is a beautiful thing

my ink skulks not

for i am truly happy for you

halted, the dreamless nights for me

sunlight, adventure and peace for you

may she differ from the rest

be cat-like in every way

hunt, pounce, yowl

meet all your hidden pleasures

scratch the earth upon rising

purr often

but most of all

may she lead you

through harsh and heavy wastelands

past empty lots

into fields of brightly-lit colored flowers

where the two of you will come together

share delights

be truly happy

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday

words:  imagine, differ, halt

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the floor buffer

she’d slice him up

with a few good adjectives

then run off

to the bedroom

crying

later he’d apologize

without transition words

while she’d stare at the ceiling, subdued

“where is the unity?

what is the point?”

i’d ask myself, as the observer

but there was always that

floor buffer in the kitchen closet

and for a week or two

everything would again shine

by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday

words:  buffer, unity, and transition

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The Argument – Doodle #12 and 3WW

“But what are you going to do without a nest?”

“Look!  You’ve pushed me too far.”

“I’m sorry . . .”

“I’ll forgive you this time, but if I ever hear those words, ‘taunt, pulverize or hamper’ blurting out of your mouth again–we’re through.”

By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

For:  Three Word Wednesday

Words:  taunt, pulverize and hamper

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truth is a sweet universe

standing in fog

with hole-punched heart

i cannot regret the garden

its many faces

mere moments in time

belonging to wildflowers

 

staccato rain falling

(noticed more often in summer)

rain knowing its place

in the universe

defining destination

i struggle silently

spilling first drafts

into puddles

 

land of a

thousand words

nearby

 

shall i be lenient?

benevolent?

forgiving?

true to my words and senses

of course I will

I shall call it acceptance

 

by Mary Ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  fog, struggle, lenient

the red geranium

do you remember

the red geranium

the one that we both took photographs of?

yours were taken

in black and white

the one that I took, in color?

it’s 2 a.m.

and i have to say

that I still cling on to that photograph, sometimes

usually while counting sheep

the murmur of traffic

reminding me gently

that life does indeed, go on

by mary ann blinkhorn

Written for Three Word Wednesday.  This week’s words were:  cling, murmur and taken

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belated feet walking

one never knows what to do

when it doesn’t make sense

 

laughing with foolish teeth

she follows the skulking mist

until its footprints drop

down, down, down

onto a clay street

defacing a clay dog

that leaves her heartbroken

 

belated feet walking

she calls his name

tender fog presiding

protecting her from

bulky truths

telephone booths

big dipper in candid sky

 

does she resign

or does she fail to do so?

 

she holds out an apple

embracing the star within

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  bulky, mist and resign

 

mypenandme says, “Thank you kindly for the likes.”

red bricks falling

follow the errors

the clinks, the claps

the jingles of girls

in spaghetti straps

over to the clothing factories

where well-patterned rats labor

and then go home

up to the mind’s attic

where tongues depress

and ruins rise

purging themselves

of truths and lies

out onto

polished vindicated fields of ideas

raw curtains

hanging in large windows

red bricks falling

by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  error, jingle and vindicate

tea at 3

sitting at table 

rose and blue laugh merrily

as picasso

playing with sugar cubes

trembles with joy

and feeling de light

escapes into state-of-the-art idea

he dampens cloth napkin

with cold tea

wipes his brow

please keep this to yourselves, he says

we’re in this together

by mary ann blinkhorn

Written for:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com