new scene

taking steep steps

through shallow waters

i find my dignity

 

REM sleep

batting eyelashes

new scenes presiding

 

firm mattress flips out the guy

transforms him into a flying man

with plot-ripe intentions

a future superhero

who lacerates all previously-written scripts

from now on

it’s high concept all the way

new scene:

 

he pulls you along through the marigolds

 

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

spring water for 3WW

i think of him outdoors

chopping air with his fingertips

a chance meeting

between wind and man

each a survivor of time

but not of love

i savor the moment

yet to come

when i too

shall greet the wind

with my fingertips

achieving creative freedom

but until then

i shall entice my interest

with words and wet clay

mold what i know

bathe my hands in spring water

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

to nestle briefly and then fall for 3WW

his absolute conclusions

about how she felt

what she wanted from him

and what she thought

were so absolutely incorrect

the black and white ideas

never had a chance

to form their own unique path

to blend into gray

months later

when winter came

billions of broken snowflakes

fell to the ground

and she was confronted

with the task

of shoveling

a single pathway

for her own survival

her own existence

while empowering

it left two snowbanks

refusing to melt

one to her left

one to her writes

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

This week’s words:  fall, nestle and absolute

retro places – for 3WW

when i think of it now

there must have been a lethal hinge between us

offering only a limited angle of rotation and need

 

stray dog coughs up a dinner bell

a stopped bell

a tarnished bell

turns around and heads home

 

as time passes

i stand outside

my faithful shadow appearing taller

perhaps it’s the straight posture

the bold song on lips

the cold knots, discarded

the sharpened pencil

in wooden coat

writing and rewriting,

“the mind matters–just as much as the heart”

 

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

This week’s words:  hinge, lethal and need

 

 

when confronted with an element of danger for 3WW

he taught me much

like when confronted

with an element of danger

sit with your back to the wall

never toward it

use your eyes well

look over your shoulder

only if necessary

and above all

there’s a time to banter

and a time to shut up

know the difference

enjoy your life

but remain confident and aware

it’s your duty to yourself

and to those who love you

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

Words this week are:  banter, duty and element

she puts down her pen at 5:30 a.m.

she picks up a hand mirror

suddenly there are no reflections

no remembrances

no bookmarks

nothing at all but fragile glass words

she leaves

walks to

the bank

the library

the drugstore

the supermarket

returning with only a few items:

one oil removing mud face mask

one audio book

some weekend cash

baby carrots

chopped spinach

bread

and a package of sunflower biscuits

the street is dark and quiet

except for a screaming man

across the street

in a bus shelter

his arms flailing

she walks faster

eyes scanning the immediate area

for signs of others walking

there is no one around

even the basketball courts

have no players

she looks down at her feet

new gray and white sports socks

orange Keds

she picks up the pace

eyeing the freshly-trimmed hedges

trimmed unevenly

the man’s screams

eventually drowned out

by a sudden surge

of noisy traffic

arriving home

she notices that

her neighbours’ children

are no longer playing tag

on the front lawn

though it is still quite early

such a strange night

passing through the lobby

she has a few words with security

requests that he make a phone call

on behalf of the screaming man

then heads upstairs

takes the staircase

hoping the six stories will benefit her

each with a beginning, middle and ending

but of course there is only a middle

she turns the key in the lock

turns on the light

undresses

puts on a soft night gown

makes coffee

reads about the benefits of white tea

takes her stomach pill

her pain pill

puts in her eye drops

sets the alarm for nine

knowing all too well

that she will awaken at

two, at four, then again at seven

or something like that

sitting at the table

she thinks of earlier on that day

how children had found a

well-feathered bird’s nest on the ground

how they had thrown it back and forth

laughing gleefully

as for the birds

come to think of it

she’d seen no birds at all

no gulls, no pigeons, no sparrows

no butterflies

only the tiniest of ants

feasting on bread crumbs

the words logical illusions

come to mind

she dismisses them

the words

logical exclusion

come to mind

she ponders this for a while

then stretches out

her head resting on a cold, plump pillow

she awakens at two

and again at four-thirty

her thoughts free

of all but fragile glass words

affair…”

“i’ never had one of those,” she thinks to herself

“if the required word had been faithful, i could have written much”

faithful…it has such a beautiful ring to it”

she ponders the next word, expectation

a tear falls from her eye

at least she has something to post now

by mary ann blinkhorn