Like legend

 
More writing for Three Word Wednesday. This week the words to use are figment, inclined and vulnerable.
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In those times
we were unafraid of ourselves
and pulled to action,
when our minds were so inclined.
We might as well
write our tomes now,
commit ourselves
to lyrical poetry
and sculptors
studying our shoulders.
It could be
that we're better served
at home with the help,
made vulnerable
by the undying prayers
of a nation,
their thoughts lingering
on the edge
of black madness,
horrifying history
strewn about our lairs.
We've buried our own opinions
in harmonious lies,
a backward gift wrapping that reads,
simply,
"A figment of your imagination."
And perhaps it's all true.
Perhaps our obsession
with the oddities
is a savior, an answer,
a found ten dollar bill
in the back of our wallets.
Or perhaps those figments
are really our own.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Arcade Fire, Black Mirror

What year is it?

 
Dual inspiration today - one half from the aptly named Inspiration Monday and the other from the piece below by Sabrina Tibourtine.

 

If the heavy, electric thump kills your enthusiasm, consider this: Only when the bright lights falter will our future become clear. Let new construction tear you down, replace your skepticism with blind faith and help you remember the truth. They vomit into prisms and all we see is clean, white light.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Radiohead, Sit Down, Stand Up

In for it

 
A world on its own
much like those who inhabit,
like those who have died;

much like those who dove face first
in the barred hall
and left their stained crosses
at the altar,
a blind sacrifice
to an unseeing god;

much like those who fought
tooth and nail,
had a mean left
but never the right,
never the tearful initiation
and acceptance;

much like those who died,
ever trapped in striped existence:
a world on its own.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Exile ft. Slum Village, Time Has Come

Flyby

 
Really enjoying this Three Word Wednesday thing so far...but late on this one. That's what happens when the World Series is on. The words for this week are breach, ember and tentative.
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Tones dance across the auditory cortex,
steps tentatively taken at first,
then gripped by passion
and shoved hastily forward.
A split-second to recognize
and another to react -
a shifting of cooling embers
stirs just enough in the breach
and fire is lit;
adrenaline flows warm
and comforting.
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Some great Quick Links from last week's edition of 3WW:

Jae Rose has written a nicely complex little poem: Book.

Monica details the horrible tension of one woman's Quiet.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Blu & Exile, Good Life