the days of yore

so you sit there

churning around ideas

slipping further and further

into a pair of slippers

soulful distraction

you turn on the tube

“remain seated

for recycled laughs

cream yet to be butter

stay tuned

for the days of yore

retro places

the days of your pain

brought to you by

short and snappy personalities”

you proceed carefully

read the star, the sun

the globe & mail

take a look at now

colored socks

knitted leggings

new front door designs

a place where shoes take you places

suggest answers

and the van gogh exhibit

is way too far to get to easily

so you wonder

what might the next issue bring

another motivational patchwork quilt?

lessons with clay?

sunbleached ideas?

pop-up autumn advertisements?

“hello fall”

you return to the laughs

snack from a healthy tray of pre-made delights

wipe mouth with serviette

stare at screen

there’s a new guy up now

you crank up the volume

listen to dishwasher safe words

oh he’s good with metaphor

you envision your mother’s full clothesline

in the backyard

blowing in wind

as if it were yesterday

birds flying overhead

preparing to…

she’ll have to rewash those sheets, I guess

suddenly you tune in

to cheers and applause

another new face

to excite the imagination

“annoy a few listeners

amuse the rest”

that’s what he’s all about

songs of mental high notes

delivered with sincere commitment

creative energy flowing

a first-aid kit just in case

those days of yores need bandaging

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

Today’s words:  excite, sincere and amuse

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the skiff is waiting

cry loudly, martyr with flapping ideas

cheers to your rotting words with

limited access, no entrance

beat the cream

spread the butter on

thin vintage breakfast toast

black coffee pending

 

substance, a burrowing idea

don’t ask

just do it

circumstance divides the brave

 

i sit where trees breathe

contemplate the warrior’s plea

the penciled-in thoughts

the moan of slanted arms

reaching for the embrace

inflicting a heart’s think tank

with cold lips

high blood pressure

incredible warmth

voice, spectrum and limitations

 

i am holding you

there is a reason for this

there will always be a reason for this

simultaneously,

I’m setting out to sea

the skiff is waiting

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

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

This week’s words:  beat, substance and pressure

 

night after night

he was being a complete and utter arsehole to you

repeatedly . . .

and you knew it while it was happening

yet after he dumps you

you find yourself heartbroken

unable to go on

tear track marks forming

tears flowing

trudging their way down cheeks

stinging

singing evening arias

on wet stained pillow cases

night after night

night after night

you sit there

penning melancholy poems and lyrics

of loss

     of tragedy

to be played on raw catgut strings

so unfair

your thoughts bordering on madness at times

writing crazy stuff

not your style

your rage from helplessness

eating away at you

in half-starved intervals

alternated with sorrow . . .

you feel uneasy

crumble under the pen

crumple the words you’ve written

your face drawn and redrawn

sun shining

birds singing outdoors

a word of advice

instead of the image of he or she

imagine a dog’s arsehole

envision it in your mind

the wrinkles, the dot in the center

and you pining for it

night after night . . .

when you put it that way

it seems rather ridiculous

doesn’t it?

there are other fish in the sea

and you deserve a good one

by mary ann blinkhorn

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2012/08/3ww-cclxxxiv.html  The three words:  crumble, drawn, uneasy

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

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

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

http://www.threewordwednesday.com/