Lazy Little Bitch

Trifecta Week Sixty:
Idle: 3: a: shiftless, lazy
           b: having no evident lawful means of support

I was a bit intimidated by this prompt. I don't know why. Possibly is was because I was so energetically creative that I was afraid of "idle" being anywhere in the atmosphere. Ah, the best laid plans...

The pajamas remain, daytime TV tuned in

Chips and soda, brownies and cigarettes

Animals curled ‘round about in solidarity

Sunlight glares through crystallized windows

Vitamin D blossoms useless yet welcome

The joyful execution of unexpected inspiration

Satiated to overflowing and now requires rest

Senses to settle and gather to burst forth again

Creatively drained, artistically hung-over

Or, viewed from outside, shiftless idleness

Yes, that’s one lazy little bitch

Love Eludes me

Again, inspired by Jem's poetry at A Poem A Day - "Good Morning Love"

Love poetry eludes me

As does the thing itself

Yet, as with feathered hope

Still, it serenades quietly

Majestic Silence

Inspired by my friend Jem's "A Winter's Night," this is a an image prompt. I saw this image somewhere on Facebook, and it took my breath away. 

Pure majestic license

Commanding silence

Life Is In the Embers

The Trifecta weekend challenge is 33 words for (of) "a new beginning." This is a recycled piece for the prompt.

"Gleaming Embers' by Hameed

This day is done

A thin pink vein

On the horizon

It descends behind

Treetops devour

Images in a mind

Flames lick the timber

Moments’ ashes remain

Life begins again in the ember

A Hades Day

So, yesterday I had the pleasure of reading this delightful poem, Aspects of Winter, on a Facebook friends' blog. It was created by choosing five things that signify winter without using weather. It inspired me, so I put out a Facebook call for words. It was by far the most commented on post I've had in a while. 

In case there is a need, I've included an explanation of the title from Wikipedia:

In Greek mythology, Hades kidnapped Persephone to be his wife. Zeus ordered Hades to return her to Demeter, the goddess of the Earth and her mother. However, Hades tricked Persephone into eating the food of the dead, so Zeus decreed that Persephone would spend six months with Demeter and six months with Hades. During the time her daughter is with Hades, Demeter became depressed and caused winter. 

Photography by Jim Denham

Cocoa steam puffs from the cocoon of a down comforter

Diffusing the shortened aurorean Mie scatter

Cardinal crimson flashes against the pure whiteness

Spirits' gifted remedy for the lingering darkness

The joys of abbreviated days and extended nights

Visions of sugar plums and mountainsob fights

Cocoa traded for hot mulled wine

Fireplace glows warm and all is fine

Tomorrow is Another Day

Ah, my writing prompts seem to have me hearing the voices loud and clear lately. This is for Trifecta.

INTENTION (noun)
3a : what one intends to do or bring about   b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered 
This week's word is intention.  33-333 words worth of "intention."

“What I intended to do today…” she said.

“Was a far cry from what was done, I’m sure,” she replied.

Her hand shot up habitually to run through hair that hung over guilty eyes. “There’s just so much, ya know? Work, cleaning, weatherproofing this drafty old house, exercising the dog. Hell, exercising me that wasn’t done either. I’m still not even unpacked and I’ve been here four months.”

There was no reply from the other, only a shake of the head, a shrug of the shoulders, and a dismissing wave of a hand. Yet, she knew the truth. Things, the things that were intended for today and now for tomorrow, they wouldn’t be done then either. Something else will come up, other things will get done, and there will be more excuses. There are always excuses because procrastination and intention dance arm in arm down the dusty road to nowhere, and she skipped right along with them.

She flipped the light switch and silenced the reflection – for now. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Still Running Against the Wind

I've found yet another writing site with prompts that I'm thinking I'm going to like. Velvet Verbosity 100 Word Challenge. This weeks prompt word is dust.

They are whispers, 

whispers of love, hope, betrayal, and dreams

The voices of millions 

in seemingly harmful particles,

particles that many wipe, wash, wisk, 

and wish away.

They visit me, and they visit you as well.

Have you heard them?

I’ve heard them as they float 

through the bedroom.

They are there and they are real, 

they remind me

that while I may still be 

running against the wind,

I, like them, am still nothing more 

than dust in the wind,

traveling miles to touch those who will feel.

They whisper this with love, hope, and betrayal in my daydreams.