Caustic, Hunch, Sacrifice

I had a hunch he would sacrifice his queen
to save the passing pawn
so I let her go and set my bishop after the understated heir,
and by the caustic look he shot me,
I knew I'd guessed correctly.

Twelve seconds later, my bishop died.
It was three more moves to checkmate.

I'd forgotten the fury of a queen mother.

The Pessimist

He pondered. He stewed.
He fretted and brooded
over every somber dawn.
His life was weighed by worry
As fearful visions scurried
across his eyes.
His tired face was drawn.

How ponderous
How heavy
The future stretched before him...
days like stacks of ironwood
piled up in endless cords
He sighed his mornings all away
They vanished quietly one day
Like dust.
Time wasn't heavy anymore.

Our "Week-end Wordsmith" prompt was Ponder/ponderous.

Alchemy

Alchemy--

My second most favorite online puzzle.
The game is from Puzzle Pirates.
The picture is my own little pirate working at the apothecary.




Someone out there wanted the link to this game: Here it is. http://www.puzzlepirates.com/?affiliate=r1026255&lang=en
Also, here is a link to an old blog entry of mine which shows thirteen of the different kinds of puzzles you can play--yes, there are more. http://keepingup-lilibeth.blogspot.com/2008/02/thirteen-games-on-puzzle-pirates-arrrr.html

Hunger

He nuzzles at the brazen boots of fame--
Survives on stingy praise slopped out like gruel.
Back home she waits and watches out the window
His biggest fan.





Our three word prompt was: Brazen, Hunger, Nuzzle

I Demand...

I demand that you sit there and listen.
I demand that you pay me to sing.
I demand that hotel rooms be fit for my taste.
I’m a super-star media queen!
I demand ‘cause you swoon at my presence
You’re the slave and you live in my light!
Yet you sigh and you scream just to fulfill my dream!
And you never suspect that there’s something not right
With this picture…


Our Sunday Scribblings Prompt was "Demands"

Pulse, Shard, Weary

Shard of Silver Spear
Pulse panics; face grows ashen!
Weary warrior falls

Modify, Obedient, Veil

Inside my black veil

Obedient, I beg you

Modify this law!

Fluency

I remember an old story of a young, stuttering Greek who wanted to become an orator. Every day he put pebbles into his mouth and stood on the stormy seashore screaming at the waves. Oh to be understood!
As a teacher, I sometimes feel the same despairing need for fluency. How can I reach them: Those ears anesthetized by i-pods; those eyes so mesmerized by random image assaults of cool, meaningless bangles of trivia; those senses battered by rushing overloads of excitement in games and rides and toys and human drama on the screen.

Oh for a child who can still be amazed!
For that one, I'll spend hours at the beach, stuffing pebbles into my mouth.

Amaze, Frail, Sacred

Ezekiel's Haiku


Seraphim amaze
with sacred, solemn, singing
I'm frail and mortal!