3WW - Tourist Trap

Gray -- Fathom -- Memphis

Those words were thrust at us by Bone to show our creativity with for his meme, 3 Word Wednesday. A simple mission? Perhaps not this time. Check out the rules and the links to other creative writers who took on the challenge, including Bone.

Tourist Trap


No Graceland pomposity for us,
we explored dreary
of another kind
wandering just another
street
in Memphis.

I could not fathom
Beale Street's allure
until magic enveloped
as he pushed open a door
into history
and replaced the gray
of a mundane march
along cracked sidewalks
with
the blues of B.B.King's.

A new color wangled its way into
my heart that night
squeezing between
pounding beats of Rock
and
dum dum tek-a-tek of Mid-Eastern
to connect heart with soul.

MeeAugraphie
08/01/07

Check out, "The story of Beale St" -- as told by Rufus Thomas.

Your brain can come up with your own word combinations, please, do not copy mine.

Note: please let me know if the picture is in the header or not, it keeps coming and going, and without it the blog title is hidden from view -- as is the evidence of my age as it is my graying hair in the photo....

3WW - I Had a Fan

Bone chose the three words below as our prompt to use as a jumping off point for our words, whether a sentence, a thought, a poem, or other. For me, this week was about just cutting up also know as just having fun, not attempt to write great poetry:

reality
fan
mind


I Had a Fan


the reality is when I fan myself
(since it requires muscles
which, we all know, produce heat
during exertion)
it only heats my inner core
while tricking my mind
-- momentarily --
into thinking it is cooling my body,
for warm breezes created by a
steady flap flap flap of
paper pleats
(as they expand and contract)
and
dangling skin
(on my upper arm)
compete to evaporate sweat
from
my
body

leaving me chilled --

just an excuse
for my body to react with shivering --
contracting more muscles
which, we all know, produce heat
during exertion --
to heat
my
inner core.

I hate summer heat.
There is only one activity
worth sweating for. . .

no use for a fan there.

MeeAugraphie
07/25/07

Please, no copying these words written in fun with a ring of certain truth.

Three Word Wednesday - Three on Coping

Cope - Revealed - Stick: Three word prompt from Bone, to do with as we will.

Click on this link (after you have seen my personal craziness with the prompt, please). You will be led to a variety of writing styles, each one showing cleverness and a muse of their own!

Note to Bone: what have you done to us this week, chosing these three words? Well, to me, anyway? After writing the first two: one showing hope, one a downer, I wanted to write something hysterically funny. My muse actually laughed at me -- apparently. I am sure the silence that came was really just her laughter in disguise. And she took her sense of humor one more step and helped me write an Acrostic. . . I say she helped me, because I'm not taking total credit for words that make not a whole lot of sense. (Grin implied)

What really broke the camel's back?


"Deal with it," he said,
reaching for the remote
to change images from
decorating to guts and gore.

"Cope with it," mother said,
patting her arm,
her eyes revealed truths behind
the pasted smile on her face.

"Stick it!" she said,
with each suitcase she lifted
into the taxi in a show of bravado
while he was at work.

MeeAugraphie
07/18/07


~~~~~~~~


Intuition Ignored packed its bags


Stick to the plan
was advice given
when she revealed
her need to reorder
their lives.

He revealed no reason
for his controlling manner
nor did her instincts
rescue her from
pallid acceptance
that would eventually
erode her ability
to cope.

MeeAugraphie
07/18/07


~~~~~~~


Artistic licensed, an Acrostic


Calendar
operators
perused
each

stickman
that
Ian
Cope
killed, then

rescued,
entreating
volumes of protest,
each one
acrid, though only from
lucid and
elevated
dreams.

MeeAugraphie
07/18/07

Oh, my, I am in a weird frame of mind today, well, I'm not, but apparently my muse is! I won't tell you that I can almost make sense of that acrostic.

Remember, I rarely post other than drafts, whether first or second, and this is no exception!

Please, those few of you that see this as something, do not copy my words. People will not see you as you, but as me, and you aren't, me, that is.

3WW - Rescue or Interference?

Private - Crossed - Rinse

Bone came up with those words for our prompt. We write using then all, whether poetry or otherwise. Follow the link to his site for an interesting group of writers who love the challenge. Why not join us? No time? Schedule it in as exercise, the brain needs exercise, too.
(NOTE: it looks like my brain needs more exercise than I thought. I let Muse take over as always and she had Audacity leave out the word, "rinse". How dare they gang up on me. I think they are related to Mr. Murphy. Quite Prevalent now, but hidden then, and Instinct did kick in at the end, showing itself by wanting to highlight the words used, but I couldn't decide which way. So, since I like the poem as is, well, just say I failed Mission this week, but won in another sense. So, rinse away the tears that were shed in private as I crossed the line from being successful to losing -- grin. There, I've got them all now.)

Rescue or Interference?


It was
a private moment,

would have been

had he not crossed the line
of propriety

and stepped
around carpeted
dividers

to scrape the pills
I had not yet swallowed
from my tongue.

MeeAugraphie
07/11/07


This is fiction, y'all, not reality, just written in first person for effect.

My words are from my imagination or life, please don't copy them. Thank you.

3WW - Tae Kwon Do Test

Bone made it interesting today! Even posted the words early. So, the following three words are his choice for our use in Three Word Wednesday:
- envelope
- negligible
- resent

You simply must play along - and read as many words of the participants as you can. We are such a mixed bunch of writers. Thoughts, poems, or stories, you just never know what you will read.


Tae Kwon Do Test


Push the envelope
he demanded
pulling himself
a bit more upright

his lack of self-confidence
negligible compared to his
need to stifle their
deprecating remarks

Resent no one
he reminded
pushing his body
as he kicked his foot out

waist high
wood splintered
the holder's body recoiled

Up yours, doubters,
he thought
bowing respectfully
swaggering inside.

MeeAugraphie
06/26/07

These words are not meant to be copied, then why would you?

3WW - Cheek Turns

Bone, of If You Read Only One Blog This Year, chose three perfect words for his Three Word Wednesday prompt (or challenge, depending on your mood, I suppose):

REACH -- HEAVILY -- CHEEK

I reach
with balled fist
but my arms drop
heavily
to my side
as my mind flashes
words heard once
(or twice)
Turn the other cheek.

"Why?" I cry out
instead
(in an attempt
at calm)

but words replied
cancel those
that flashed --
My fist turned
the other cheek.

MeeAugraphie
06/20/07

I took great delight in the words above, must be the devilishness in me; certainly just the adjective, however, not the noun or direct object or whatever. Make sure you click on the link at the top. Creative people love to play 3WW, you will be surprised at what you find.

These words are not meant to be copied, but left here, in my world. Links are fine, however. Thank you.

3WW - Extremes

I am supposed to be away from the computer, but could not let 3WW escape me. So, I threw this together quickly, no pride in doing it perfectly today, only in the doing. Back to work. (me, not you)

Bone came up with these three awesome words: endless - ought - shadow. Play along here!

Extremes

There ought be sunlight
in your heart to turn endless darkness
into shadow
for you can
- get by -
with the latter
but not with
darkness alone.

There ought to be darkness
in your heart to turn endless brightness
into shadow
for you can
- get by -
with the latter
but will tire with
brightness alone.

MeeAugraphie
06/05/07

Please, do not copy my words, use them to inspire your words instead! Thank you.

3WW - Alley Jump

I am on a roll, not sure if it is good or bad, but I am having fun. Good old Bone posted three words today: stroke -- summer -- love. I looked at them and panicked. But this popped out of my blonde (with some gray) head. . . and how on earth I came up with this, I will never know, but it felt, for a moment like it was November and NaNoWriMo, I could have kept writing for hours. . . but, luckily for you, I didn't: And it is NOT a poem (obviously) and totally NOT true. I give you:

Alley Jump

This is my story and I'm sticking to it. Part 1

I was sitting in the back of Mac's shop, after hours, the window barely pushed open, with my tape recorder on to capture life in the alley after hours. After all, that is what writers do, isn't it? And I meant to make a name for myself quick! At 57 and then some, I needed to make up for lost time. Mac locked me in and left, told me he had no time for that bull, that he was going home to sleep. He gave me that look he gives me when I am about to do something he thinks is stupid. (You all know that look, I'm not the only one he gives it to.) So, I won't tell you about the other things I overheard in the hours before this. This is the story I like, so this is the one you are going to get. Yeah, it's between a gal and a dude.

"Stop doing stuff like that! I almost had a stroke!"

"Quit being such a wimp, it was just a joke."

"Scaring the heck out of someone in a dark alley is not a joke, Humphrey. I could have really had a heart attack."

"First, stop calling me Humphrey, I am not some stuffy old man that sits in a den filled with mildewed books all day whose skin has turned sallow with age and lack of sun and drink after drink." (He was after all 6' 2", with more muscle than the average man needed, but not so much to look gross.)

"Humphrey."

He ignored her word. "And anyone stupid enough to walk down an alley at this hour, deserves the heart attack, then maybe they would spend the recovery time in the hospital revisiting their brain."

"I had to get home."

"You didn't have to go to the pub anyway. You could have gone to the theatre with me."

"Oh yeah, me, go to the theatre with all the other stuffy old men, Humphrey? No, thanks. And you will notice, no one jumped out at me in this alley, except you, and you are supposed to be my friend."

"Just look over here, Ms. Priss. Here's why they didn't jump out at you."

She walked over to the garbage cans he was pointed at, straining to see in the dim light. She didn't hesitate to move one of the cans to see what was behind them, she was no woos. She had lived on her own for 5 years now.

Her initial reaction was deep bellied laughter. "Did you do this? Is that why your shirt is torn? And your hair so stupid looking?"

"Could you can with the stupid remarks?"

He held his right hand up so she could see it. Knuckles torn and bloody, one finger splayed at an unnatural angle, his wrist swollen.

"Had you gotten here first, it would have been you they jumped, in both senses of the word. Now, I'm hungry, let's go eat. I could use some of your scrambled eggs and toast. . . and maybe a jump, myself."


Hate was left behind in the alley for the cops or a drunk to find. After all, the summer night had just turned to a beautiful summer dawn. So, the first of many stories I've gotten on paper for you to read. Now, when is Mac going to show up and unlock this door. I could use some scrambled eggs and a jump myself, the loving kind.

MeeAugraphie
05/30/07

And please, I know one of you is shaking your head, but don't copy my words without permission. Thank you.

To find Bone and 3WW and the links to the other fun writers playing along, click here!