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

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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/

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