3 Word Wednesday 042110

At the ocean
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Ebb and Flow

The water negotiates
an endless rhythm
Heedless of random days
and nights
and seasons
and years.

Little hands grow,
Small hands grow
and suddenly,
they've slipped out of your grip.

But it must.
Seasons pass.
Wax and Wane
Ebb and Flow.

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This week's words:

deviate identify saturate

The Colony

"It's days like this I hate this job." Jo dr'N let his tool box slam to the tunnel floor. Light from the sun pierced through the sewer grates. Family and single flight carriers glided on the electric gridgrate.

"The middle track provides the power and water has to be drained away. Oh, I'd love those engineers to come down here and clean this up. Big ideas." Bha b'luuB put on his yellow hardhat and gloves.

"This nut is corroded. Old iron from years ago. Give me that wrench, I'll try to take it off." The metal spanner flew out of Jo'N's hand and landed on the stone floor with a loud clang. "I'm not sure I can identify which socket to use."

"Identify? Well aren't we the university academic. Try this 2.2." Bha'B handed his co-worker the wrench. "How come you were late at Ah'Blinnley's last night? And where was Sal? I thought you said she was coming too?"

"My head is still pounding. We had a good time. Ugh, I can't get it to budge--wait." Jo'N winced as he pulled the handle towards him. The nut moved sightly. He paused for a moment and caught his breath. He moved the handle up and pulled it down. It loosened and moved again. Soon the clicking of the wrench became quicker.

A large harrier rode on the street above them.

"He shouldn't be driving here. It's residential zoning," said Bha'B as he looked up. "Unless they're spraying fertilizer."

"The rain will saturate the ground tonight. It can't be a tanker harrier; ground is bone dry. One more bolt. It won't take me long on this one. Get ready to grab the handles. Just a second--there." Jo'N dropped the nut and with Bha'B grabbed the handles to the round switchplate. They pulled it straight and set it on the ground. The noise echoed through the tunnel. The street above them was quiet. The only sound other than their breathing was water dripping somewhere in the dark.

Bha'B grabbed his torch and shone it into the hole. "What is that?" Inside the hole, a wet, fleshy creature clung to the sides of a drain pipe. Its tendons seemed to expand and contract. "I don't see a head." He shone the light around.

"I don't know, Jo'N. We better call the boss. Something is not right." Bha'B stepped away and looked down for his phone. A moment later his head hurt and he saw stars. He dropped to his knees.

"No. You won't. It won't hurt you. It's here to help you. See?"

Bha'B looked up to see his co-worker reach in and take hold in his bare hands.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy holding on to that thing? Oh, my head. Did you hit me?"

"Sal and I were late last night because we changed. The time has come to evolve. To deviate from the slow path of progress. You will see, Bha'B. We will join them. Together we will be more."

"No!" Bha'B cried out before Jo'N placed the tentacles of a thousand worms on his face.

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Three Word Wednesday



Caustic
Hunch
Sacrifice

For Esmerelda

Frollo's caustic jealousy killed you

and all my dreams.

Your handsome Captain stood by and watched,

tall, straight but spineless.

My twisted hunch repulses you,

even when I sacrifice to save you from the gallows.

In the end they will find me devoted

bones among bones

in the pits of Mount Faucon.

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Amaze
Frail
Sacred

Crocus

Frail green reach and strive

Anticipate and amaze

Renew sacred hope

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Three Word Wednesday 082609

Training Wheels

I made him wear a helmet. I don't care; there will be no skull fracture if I can help it.

We bought him one of those push bicycles but he wouldn't pedal. We tried everything. He liked tricycles at other people's homes but outgrew them before we could purchase one.

We bought him a bike with training wheels. He outgrew it.

We bought him a larger bike with training wheels, but when we took the training wheels off, he still couldn't do it.

It all has to do with upper body weakness and low muscle tone. I read that's part of my son's diagnosis. What that has to do with autism or asperger's syndrome, I'll never know.

We gave up on it or rather, we let it go. My husband and I had tried our best and if he couldn't ride a bike, so be it. There are so many more worse things in life than that.

But that sunny afternoon, my husband called me from our side door and let the screen slam shut. I hate that noise and so does he, so I ran out; my husband does not let a screen door slam for nothing.

I walked to our front sidewalk and there he was. In fifth grade, yes, but riding without training wheels and beaming.

How many prayers had gone up for that small childhood milestone. My husband and I watched him pedal past us and felt a couple of fears lift off our shoulders and vanish.


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Three Word Wednesday 081909

Graceful Riot of Decay

The gray sky cheers me
as I walk through fallen leaves.

Transition to dormancy
amid the season of wait.

Even my breath mists
like small clouds rushing past me.

I look to the gray above
and find the graceful riot suspended above.

Colors true
and fragile as they fall.

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