My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

5 Ruffled Feathers

I dared not speak; I feared to even breathe.  There was something about her the way she filled the room with her essence.  Her glare spoke volumes; her voice grated with every word that passed her lips.  Her posture was domineering and stiff.  I practically had to bite my lip until it bled to keep the laugh at bay.  Not because this pluming was so at odds with her normal demeanor, but rather because she so resembled the grey parrot whose mimicking had gotten her so wound up.

not really sure about this one.  my first instinct with dare was "Truth or Dare."  my first thoughts practical were "Practical Magic."  as for essence,  couldn't quite wrap my brain around it all that well.  so how this piece came about is beyond me.  i probably should of went for the poem angle, but it's been awhile since i toyed with prose. I suppose it will suffice for this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>dare, essence, and practical].  I like the inclusion of the definitions, but it still doesn't stop me from looking up each would to get a better feel for their essence.  

Sunday, February 6, 2011

6 Reference Call

What three words
would you use to describe him?

like a nascar racer
engine full-throttle
one single goal in mind
edging close to inside of the track
constantly looking for the opening
and the checkered flag

like a Doberman Pinscher
honed, intelligent, and aggressive
one single focus in mind
keeping a close eye on its territory
constantly on the alert
and ready to protect and serve

like a bounty hunter
trained and armed
one single aim in mind
itching to get close to its prey
constantly vigilant
and looking for his pay day

His greatest strength?

He knows what he wants
and he's not afraid 
to go after it

His greatest weakness?

He has two 
and a full moon.

Your recommendation?

If you're looking to move up in the world,
interested in material goods and wealth,
willing to contend with late nights and lonely dinners,
he's your man.

If you're looking to be given the moon, stars and skies,
interested in being pampered and doted on,
hoping to wined and dined late into the night,
marry someone else.

i have no idea from whence this loosely fits the theme that inspired it from Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [Aims, Goals, and Ambitions].  but it was fun to write.  i can't quite explain the weaknesses part except, during my brief research i came across the top ten worst interview questions and they gave the witty answer i admittingly stole.  and if i ever go on an interview again and get asked that question i will probably forget to steal it again...  maybe i'll sift through some of my older posts to see if i can find a more suited piece or maybe i'll be inspired yet again...who knows...

4 Rape (of Innocence): Memories Unraveled

Images of that night flash before me
a memory twisted through time
seen through a tinted window
stained in the pastel colors of my innocence
stepping through the broken threshold
of the small wooden structure
transports me into a world of dreams
stone walls of a castle envelope me
with arms outstretch i twirl in circles
marveling at the finery that surrounds
the hearth lit crimson by the burning embers
i fall back on the ornate four post bed
winded from the excitement that threatens to explode
drawing in a breath, my eyes close on the perfect world
tears squeeze past closed lids
as the earth begins to quake beneath me,
above me, and all around me
in those few short moments
time passes like an eternity
stars whiz by in the heavens
as the fires of hell reach up trying to consume me
i'm catapulted back to the here and now
once again surrounded by the wooden structure
the tinted window has been replaced
stained with harsh colors of my lost innocence
time has unraveled the hidden memories
as images of that night collide before me

photo by Sean McCormick

this poem took me on a journey i was not expecting...i tried to take a detour, but it steered me right back to the unexpected destination.  (entitled with respects to an earlier work, Rape (of Innocence).) 

inspiration for this poem comes from a new source (for me, that is).  One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday [interview with Sean McCormick].