Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.
This week's words are:
Cope
Revealed
Stick
tepid hands tremble
heart pounds in head
eyes glazed over
refuse every tear
faucet turned on
noise needed
weakness revealed
my deepest fear
mirror cracked
still reflecting
glaring, ashamed
i cannot cope
fingers clench
muscles tighten
a single stick
in place of hope
"We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives. We follow the roads that lead us, to drugs or Jesus..."
Good morning Bone and all fellow scribblers. This is Rose here and I have penned a cautionary tale called "Fresh Food".
ReplyDeleteHope you enjoy it and have a Happy Hump Day.
Rose
xo
bone revealed three words
ReplyDeletei stick them into haiku
now you cope with it
happy wednesday all
Yup! I've got Farfel. LOL! Only I lock her up in her crate so I can go places. But the pound sounds really good now.
ReplyDeletefinally got it done on the right day. I wrote a short story.
ReplyDeleteHi! Mine's here.
ReplyDeleteThis time I posted a short story, Normal.
ReplyDeleteOr you can cut/past this permalink:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2007/07/short-story-normal-3ww.html
This is the first time I've joined in. I havent worked out how to change the title into a link yet(perhaps someone could tell me?), so will just give you my blog address.
ReplyDeletehttp://jayseesjournal.blogspot.com/
I got carried away, 2 short poems and an Acrostic poem.
ReplyDeletehttp://meeaugraphie.com/2007/07/three-word-wednesday-three-on-coping.html
Those words didn't fit together very well (at all) in my mind but here's what I came up with:
ReplyDeletehttp://readingtoknow.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-word-wednesday_18.html
Mine is up. Can you believe Norbert and Smedley is up to Episode 18? And they got their start here...
ReplyDeleteMy offering is in. This is fun, Bone. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to change the title into a link either, Jaysee. I wanna learn.
http://storiesfromtheattics.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-beginnings.html
Cope
ReplyDeleteRevealed
Stick
Damn... I have to cope with the fact that I missed 3ww AGAIN! Grrr I try so hard to be all things to all people and as much as I try to stick with it, in the end the truth is revealed. I am not Wonder Woman.
Your "identities" link back
ReplyDeleteto your home page.
To link to a specific post, go to the comment page, copy the URL and paste it here
But the identity should do it, unless you have multi-blogs. Then leave a link as it makes it easier to comment
I played along. :)
ReplyDeletemine's up - happy Wednesday :)
ReplyDeleteIt's about time for me to get back to this exercise. I got something up!
ReplyDeleteFunny how you chose these words today.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know how I was going to cope with what was revealed to me today. Thankfully the charges didn't stick. What a bitch.
Looks like a couple of newcomers this week, as well as a couple of 'old-comers' making their return.
ReplyDeleteThank you all for participating. I encourage you to visit the others if you have time. I plan on reading everyone's later today.
Love your avatar. It's so you :)
ReplyDeleteLove the poem even more. Feel if I could write poetry which I can't, I would write that :)
Each stanza stuck a dagger into my heart because I related so completely
weakness revealed
ReplyDeletemy deepest fear
That's by far my favorite part. It's so strong, and you can almost feel the pain and fear.
mirror cracked
still reflecting
glaring, ashamed
i cannot cope
I think this stanza reveals both a lot of hope and a lot of despair. Though broken, the mirror still works. But a broken mirror and a broken soul are two very different things as your poem demonstrates.
99 cent grilled cheese was a Kids meal at Applebees on Wednesday nights. I thought it was great. I'll have to remember that next time DH is outta town. I don't think you can get it at Monks.
ReplyDeleteLove the new avatar pix! Can't tell that it's you at all! If you tell me that you play soccer too that would be just too freaky in your similarities to my DH.
Very intense poem Bone. I can see the reflection in the mirror of despair.
ReplyDeleteRose
xo
The votes are in and you've won the Creative Blogger Award! Stop by http://lillyput.blogspot.com to pick it up! :D
ReplyDeleteI thought the choice of song lyrics were brilliant also
ReplyDeleteI realize that I should analyze why I like each stanza here, but it's so obvious to me, and it's my birthday so.....
Pia Savage: Thanks! Wasn't sure anyone would notice the new profile pic.
ReplyDeleteAnd if I'm not mistaken, weren't you the author of some Mary Poppins poem?
Oh, and happy birthday to you! :)
TC: Thank you. Interesting you should mention the word "soul." I tried fitting it in a couple of times, but I guess it's written all over the piece anyway.
Renee: Well, Monks is a little higher. Then again, they do have the big salad :)
That's me. But no, I don't play soccer. I have, however, always wanted to learn to play frolf!
Thanks for the Creative Blogger Award, as well.
Rose: Thanks, Rose. I appreciate you stopping back by to read my entry.
When one of my sandals fell off, while working away in my yard, and my foot got pierced on something in the pile of dryed grass and I kept from screaming by saying "you can *cope* with a little *stick* crammed in your foot, it only went half-way through".
ReplyDeleteSo I pulled my foot off and *revealed* the thing that caused my foot to bleed at least a cup of blood, it was the rake I had been trying to find for months.
And I hopped home only half glad I found the neighbor's rake.
That happend 4 days ago, well not the talking to myself part, and there is still a trail of dryed blood from my yard to the house
I like the poem, though I'm not exactly sure what the 'a single stick' means.
ReplyDeleteAlso nice new photo :)
Though you do it so infrequently, you should know that your bits of poetry/prose are amazing. I'm always taken aback by the images you generate and the emotions you provoke.
ReplyDeleteEvery fragment gives a new feeling. Every word strengthens the work in it's entirety. I love the things you build little by little until the whole wouldn't seem complete without each noun, adjective, adverb, verb, pronoun and article.
I admit to a little tinge of jealousy. And a little bit of curiousity - - drug abuse is not a topic I would picture you broaching.
Astounding, as always, Sir Bone.
tepid hands tremble Three simple words . . . that I can't get out of my mind.
The bleak feeling of utter despair, all of face at certain point of our lives. Only from the darkest depths, we find the courage climb back again.
ReplyDeleteYou should write poetry more often.
Yeah, but Jerry learned to regret that all too quickly...didn't Kramer borrow his swimsuit once (or wanted too?)
ReplyDeleteAnd the Big Salad is good! It's like a salad...only bigger!
mirror cracked
ReplyDeletestill reflecting
glaring, ashamed
i cannot cope
Loved the whole poem but I loved this stanza the most. Is it me or this is one dark poem? I wish I could write poems.
With your use of tepid in the first line, I knew you had words coming that would be worth reading.
ReplyDeleteI tried fitting it in a couple of times, but I guess it's written all over the piece anyway.
ReplyDeleteYes, I thought this piece definitely had "broken" and "lost" soul written all over it. Sometimes, too many words say too much, anyway. You were much better off without it.
sorry sorry its up its up!!! the end is posted and wireless now resides once more in hell!!!
ReplyDeleteoh my goodness!!! That was great!!! I cant even pick a favorite part! wow if I didnt know any better I would have thought that you had picked the words yourself! ;)
ReplyDeleteGirlFPS: Ouch! That sounds painful! I hope you're OK.
ReplyDeleteStick was intended to represent a needle.
Avery Laine: Wow! Thank you. Fortunately, I've never had a problem with drug use, but I can see how easily one could fall into that.
Gautami: Thank you. Poetry has seemed to come out more often than stories the last few weeks.
Renee: Tomatoes like volleyballs!
Lightheaded: Thanks. It's interesting that a couple of people have mentioned that stanza. It was the weakest stanza at first, then I went back and completely changed a couple of lines.
Marcia: Thank you. I'm glad "tepid" drew you in :)
TC: I agree. It's always rewarding when people's comments are right in line with what you were trying to convey :)
Tagster: Thanks! I'm looking forward to seeing how your story ends.
Oh, my gosh. So many more comments than the last time I checked. I'm going to have to do a lot of visiting, but that will have to wait until later... I promised my nephew (18, no less), that I'd go with him to Ratatouille tonight. My treat of course (why else would he be caught dead with his Aunt on a Friday night????).
ReplyDeleteNever fear, Bone. I start every day with at least SPF 20. I have Northern European skin and live in San Diego... every day is a beach day (with or without the water).
And Woofies is back in the next episode. He's a regular, and always will be. Who knows, maybe he'll get a girlfriend and have puppies someday, and Smedley will have a Little Woofie? You just never know. And as a teaser: Who Penelope kissed will be revealed.
Ah, though so, just was making sure.
ReplyDeleteGay: Aww, some aunt/nephew time. That's sweet. I shall be stepping up to the SPF 15 from now on.
ReplyDeleteGirlFPS: I wasn't sure if it'd be clear, but I thought the surrounding lines and then also the song lyric following the post would help :)
wow
ReplyDeleteMine's very late but it's there.
ReplyDeleteI love what you've done with these 3 words. It's simply awesome.
Sylvia: I hope that's a good "wow" :)
ReplyDeleteManky: Thanks much!