Wordle #92

Week 92

Your tepid smile swallows

my hesitations as if a lark.

Please God not another affirmation.

Preference is the saddest

of all the seasons.

Where’s the adventure?

The punitive thrills?

Where is tomorrow in

the untraceable vortex

of your pedestrian calendar?

Your lips write in cursive

across the blueprints of my soul.

My heart arrhythmic, sealed

to pulchritude and the sky, the same

stinging hue of aquamarine

as the indefatigable sea.

I wrote this quite literally in about 3 minutes, it just popped out! Today I have another meeting with the unemployment office, I wonder if I get my training schedule?

Polarity Installment #4

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Night came slowly in the assumption of cloaks. He managed to brood through dinner unimpeded. Before bed he stopped his father in the hallway and asked his question again. What difference would the audience make? What difference could the answer make when his course was irrefutable? “How do you do it The same thing day after day?” The man stood in silence turning his son’s words over as if his tongue were a lathe. “No matter how challenging the day in the end I have my family to come home too…there is no greater reward…besides most days I love my job…” There was something comforting about the heavy callused hand on his shoulder. “That’s all I wanted to know…Good night….” The youth said proffering up a smile, which was as much for his own sake as his fathers.

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He didn’t dare dream but waited impatiently for the hours to pass. His brother slept soundlessly facing the door. Shafts of moonlight divided the darkness but did not disperse the shadows that resided now in his heart. Why did he struggle with such obvious questions? His life had been so simple as a child. Every action served the highest purpose. Now suddenly that same life seemed a tourniquet. His family held him together, held him too tightly perhaps.

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Though she had cited the location in the map he was still surprised to find her standing in his neighbor’s front yard. When she spotted him she waved him over conspiratorially and there they stood hunkered over by a row of meticulous hedges. “Why did you come here” The woman asked her tone bordering on accusatory. Had she forgotten? Had he mistaken her bravado as invitation? “Because you invited me…” He said. “Too obvious…why did you really come here?” She asked tapping his chest in expectation of a depth he was not certain he possessed. “Instinct…” He confessed without elaboration. “You acted on a foreign impulse…not on rules or rationale…but in response to an internal summons…” She elaborated and he, faced with her conviction, could only nod in agreement.

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“I know behind that stoic facade that you suffer…you have no outlet…no identity outside of the hive…you want for more but don’t have the experience to identify your desires…” She went on impervious to his reactions, to his agony. “Wouldn’t you rather write your own book? Then live as if embalmed?” She asked eyes on him as if his words now meant everything to her. “Yes…” He spoke the words in a whisper but she heard them as a declaration. “Do you know anyone that is truly happy? Truly free?” She asked. “My parents are usually happy….” She blinked owlishly in surprise before breaking out inappropriately into laughter. “It’s an act…all of this is fake…do you not feel the chains about your wrists…” She said picking up his hands and dropping them as if the weight of his arms were the reason for an earthbound existence.

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“The true nature of the universe is chaos…rules are for machines…indulge yourself…live while you can because just like that it’s over…” She snapped her fingers to emphasize brevity. “I think it’s better if I just show you the alternative…then you can decide for yourself…” She said fishing a cosmetic case from her purse. Opening the compact she directed the mirror to the greenery before snapping it abruptly closed. The hedge took on an eerie electrical glow and the youth could do nothing but stare in awe. Here lies the rabbit hole. Here departs sanity. “Now is your chance to be a hero…” She said offering the youth a delicate hand. Her words were exciting and he couldn’t help but be charmed by them. Taking her hand in his strong one, he knew the gentleness of meticulous detail and though he swallowed her wholly he did not crush her.

Polarity Installment #3

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Not wanting to walk in her shadow the youth remained at the bar. Silence had fated him to a late night engagement for he could not in good conscious leave the stranger waiting. He would not tell his parents of the event, the moment was too exceptional to share. He did not want for their sensible well-meaning advice, he wanted for his own privacy. He wanted for a moment unmeasured and unmonitored so that he might find to which pole his heart was partial.

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When he arrived home his mother was mopping the living room floor. She did not wait blatantly, watching the clock but patiently with her eyes on the floor. “Welcome home…” She said looking up and there was no concealing her relief even though she managed to convey it entirely through nuance. “I stopped at the Smoothie Bar…” He explained closing the door softly behind him. Sympathetic brown eyes regarded him, the same eyes which he himself found on reflection. Such eyes were never angry.

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“You needed time to yourself?” She asked and he nodded guiltily. How was it that she always understood? “Do you want to talk about it?” She asked and he didn’t really. “How do you it? The same thing day after day?” He asked watching her cautiously. He wanted the words he knew she could not give, those words that would alter his reckless course and satisfy wholly his existence. “With a smile and sometimes through gritted teeth…” She admitted and he could say no more for he did not wish to seem ungrateful. “I’ll get started on my chores….” He said and though she could sense the exhaustion in his voice it was his resolve she humored. “Moods are like weather…the shadows will pass…no matter how long the night….the light exists comorbid….” Even in death light was a steadfast guide, he knew her words and understood in them truth. Intellectually. Emotionally he hungered and physically he was all but empty. It was the darkness he now pleaded, midnight could not arrive soon enough.

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For those just jumping in this is my attempt to recount a dream I had recently

Prompt 22 Try Something Different

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This weeks prompt is about stepping out of your comfort zone/niche. That’s right I want you to try something new, challenging, and/or a little different =)

Examples

1. Write a play, poem, skit, song, story (I have never written a play or skit for me that would be different)

2. Try a poetry form that you’ve never tried or have very little experience with (for my entry I did a sonnet which is a form I have almost no experience with and find very challenging besides!)

3. Write something outside of your genre or tackle a new or difficult subject

4. Do a voice recording of a poem, story, song etc.

5. Submit a photograph or artwork with your submission that you have created (many of us rely on google for our images)

6. If an artist or photographer you could try a different technique, a different subject, a different perspective (if you take pictures of flowers try taking a picture of machinery, buildings, animals, people etc), you could also attempt a daring self portrait

7. Try something new in real life like acupuncture, meditation, ice-skating, making Cinnamon rolls etc. and write about and/or photograph the experience

8. Go to the grocery store and choose an exotic fruit! Go to a restaurant and try a foreign dish! Then share the experience =)

These are just some suggestions feel free to challenge yourself in whatever way you like! If you are really ambitious try something new everyday this week it does not have to be a big event as I mentioned it can be as simple as buying a box of gourmet chocolates and writing about it.

The Wolf Reveals His Intentions! (or does he?)

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While Aurelian’s human form bore characteristics that were not altogether human and that made him appear “wolfish” even when dressed, Ira aka tortoise appeared remarkably untortoise-like. Willa had expected him to be bald, short of stature, with a hooked nose and proper English spectacles. Even if he was not old she had expected him to appear wizened, bookish and to have an oddly elongated neck. This was not the case, thankfully, indeed Ira appeared quite “normal”. Perhaps, it could even be said, that he was handsome but beside Aurelian it was not quite so apparent.

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Ira was very nearly the same height as the wolf, mere centimeters separated them. As for their physiques the tortoise was not built like a warrior and was she thought a bit lanky (perhaps from hauling her around for hours every day). His hair was brown, too short for an aristocratic ponytail and strait with an enviable if not troublesome thickness. His eyes were green and appeared in good working order for he neither wore glasses nor squinted near-sightedly at their faces. His nose was not hooked as she has presumed, his jawline was very distinct, and his chin was without cleft (as was Aurelians). His clothing was simple, bland, and much too brown to be stylish. He was neat, obsessively so, in fact his clothes had not the slightest wrinkle or stray hair. ‘He really is an old man.’  She thought amused. Aurelian was equally surprised for he had presumed tortoise to be elderly, not a young man such as himself. An annoying development indeed. Though Ira was, in comparison to himself, rather ordinary and very tame in appearance save for the strong jaw, which was surprisingly masculine, he knew himself to be in competition.

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“Oh don’t you look handsome…” Willa said her words causing Ira’s head to turn forcibly to the side so as to avoid eye contact. “Pfft…nonsense…I look like a school teacher…isn’t that what you are really thinking?” He asked eying her without turning his head. “While that is true…it makes you no less handsome and so young…you really can’t be much older than me…” She said in wonderment, it would take some getting used to, tortoise was nothing as she had envisioned him. How embarrassing to think of what he might have seen!? “Oh Aurelian you’re breath-taking…the clothes fit wonderfully I had hoped they would…but I couldn’t be sure…” Willa said but before the wolf could answer Ira interrupted. “My God he’s gorgeous…quick turn around Princess so that I might take leave with him….” Tortoise had a terrible habit of speaking without inflection and so it was a moment before Willa caught onto his sarcasm. Once aware of the joke, however, she couldn’t help but snort a girlish/rather undignified laugh.“You’re terrible…don’t make fun of me like that…I was not gushing….I was admiring the clothes…and did I not just say you were handsome as well really…you have the most peculiar sense of humor….” She teased and then turned to Aurelian who was also grinning though it was in response mostly to the girl’s childish laugh.

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“Your attire might make it difficult to travel long distances…” Aurelian said after a moment looking at the long, floor length velvet gown Willa wore as a matter of custom. “Oh this? I almost forgot…” She said smiling as she detached the long skirt from her bodice. Underneath her dress she wore riding pants and knee length boots, perfect for distance and difficult terrains. The skirt she rolled up and stuffed into her bag. “Is that better?” She asked clearly pleased with her cleverness. “Yes that’s perfect….I am impressed…you really did think of everything…” Aurelian said but tortoise only shook his head in relief having nearly had a heart-attack when the Princess unashamedly tore off her skirt. “Of course…I have been looking forward to our little adventure…so if you don’t mind I would like to get started…I do have to be back by nightfall…”

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Aurelian knew the forests well, every nook and cranny of the castle grounds and so long as he escorted them no animals would approach. Indeed Willa found the forest almost alarmingly quiet but it was only a passing thought for so struck was she by the picturesque landscape tumbling wildly in every direction. There were rivers, trees that would have dwarfed modern skyscrapers, ponds brimming with lotuses and lily pads as delicate and white as a Geisha’s throat. For hours they walked bits of conversation interrupted with girlish exclamations, a straying hand meant to guide her intercepted by a guardian determined that she should remain untouched.

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When they finally stopped for a picnic the absence of melody caused Willa to feel uncertain. “I know these forests are abundant with all manner of beast and yet I have neither seen nor heard anything that would suggest life beyond this circle..” She said to which tortoise regarded Aurelian with an unusually cold gaze. “There is a predator in our midst Princess…the animals will not announce their presence so long as we remain in his company….” Ira answered to which the wolf offered no objections or excuses. “He is right I am afraid…I am a wolf even as I appear before you a man….it is the natural order of things…does it disturb you Princess?” Aurelian asked smiling when he looked down at his lunch which was largely meat. “I see that you do understand…” He said returning his gaze to the girl. “I was afraid the blood would get all over your clothes…so I cooked it….” She explained looking apologetic. “I am glad you did…I doubt even you have the stomach to watch me eat raw meat….but you have not answered my question….” He asked again and she looked at him squarely this time, she would not avoid him. “You have given me no reason to fear you…and encase you would ask being a wolf is not cause enough…you have been nothing if not a gentleman…” She smiled reassuringly. “ I do find the stillness of the forest unnerving but that is nothing you can help…and perhaps I am just as much to blame for it…men are predators as well and far more vicious than wolves according to my history books..” She said solemnly her response causing Aurelian to blink in surprise.

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He’d never expected to like the human girl, not really, but she did have, he observed, some finer points. “You are wise beyond your years….I suppose I must give some credit to your guardian for despite his prejudice against me, he has educated you well…” He said just as Ira was taking a drink of water. “My dislike of you is mostly personal…I trust a wolf to be a wolf but you…I know not your schemes but I know that you scheme…” Ira answered choking a bit but regaining his composure quickly.

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“Have I been so vague about my intentions? Then I shall speak of them now….” The wolf said wiping his mouth. “Hunting has diminished the numbers of my kingdom….wolves are plentiful but wolves that walk as men are near extinction….our dual natural means that we are particularly curious…many of my kind have sought human contact and many have died in the endeavor…I fear if we were to reveal ourselves we would be exterminated as a threat…and yet there are so few of us that if we do not seek human contact we will perish…” He said his words causing Willa’s eyes to soften but Ira’s expression remained grave (though respectfully attentive). “My father took a young wife…he is old now and it is expected…no it is far more serious than mere expectation…it is mandatory that I marry soon….like you I must marry of royal blood but there are no royals left of my kind outside of the members of my own family…in order to produce an heir I must take a human bride…” He said causing the tortoise’s stoic mask to crack and indeed the man visibly flinched.

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“You don’t mean to make Willa your wife?” Ira asked incredulously, ignoring the pinch in his own heart. Never had the Princess had a suitor and thus never had he to worry that he might lose her. “I cannot deny that she would make a fine wife and mother…I would not even mind having you around….tortoise…” He answered pausing momentarily to let the compliments sink in. “But I am a gentleman and we have only just met…perhaps Willa does not even fancy me?” He asked turning to the girl who was blushing ferociously and shredding up her bread roll as if a napkin. Ira placed a hand on top of the girl’s trembling one as if to steady her or perhaps it was himself that he meant to console. “The kind of love of which you speak…she is inexperienced…do not tease her so…” Ira answered as the girl was simply too stunned to speak for herself. “You are right of course…forgive me Willa you do not need to answer me now….” Aurelian said his deep, rough voice drawing her eyes up. “No you have answered Ira’s questions honestly…it is only fair that I should answer yours…”

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(It got quite long sorry!)