Dancing With The Ocean

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This afternoon I am alone.
My heart’s cry moves me to this rock where I am able to sit and think, letting all of the cares of my world shrink.
In a moment of silence, I close my eyes.
Gazing deep inside I see the ocean’s tides rise high.
The waves are speaking to me in languages that I understand fluently.
The crashing thunderous explosions of the waves circulate and crest into the rock that I sit upon. In a whoosh, the waves tell me tales of days long ago and of the passionate nights of many a soul. The messages float to the surface from the deep. Calling out my heart listens intently.

Relaxing alone
Ocean waves
Speak to my soul

The ocean calls my name, over and over again and again, beckoning me to dive in.
Yes, I must move on my impulses by giving into the calls.
Obligingly I remove my dress and undergarments.
I sink into the warmth of the ocean’s currents.
Freedom!
I dance and move to the musical tones of the waves ebb and flow.
Back and forth gently I twirl without stopping.
The movements of the ocean in me and with me are natural, soft and deep.
I’m in a trance-like dream, eyes wide open.
I am one with the ocean.

Naked inside and out
Dancing
To the music of the ocean’s love

The music of the waves play for what feels like hours but I realize it has only been a few minutes.
Abruptly the music stops.
Stillness.
Not a sound to be found.
The silence is begetting.
I desired for the ocean to continue to speak to me.
The undiscovered words peaked my curiosity.
I longed to stay, for my soul to be flooded once again.
I knew that it was time to go.
As I returned to the surface out of the depth of darkness, the waves gently splashed at my feet and water dripped down my thigh, reminding me of the entranced moments of being one with the ocean.

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Picture by Suzanne

Dancing With The Ocean
341 words
Written for Haibun Challenge Picture Prompt
http://www.yakutia-coppercure.co.uk/2/post/2013/11/weekly-haibun-challenge-picture-prompt-week.html

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Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)

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I lay here thinking of the words you’ve spoken,
all alone my heart is broken.

I think I’ll sail away out to sea,
to forget the day you took my heart from me.

You haunt me still in dreams and thought,
you promised to always forget me not!

If I float, drift, and rock,
will my thoughts forget you not?

The water seems tranquil, peacefully still,
my thoughts reflect on your words, “I love you and I always will.”

I will pluck these thoughts of you forever,
the love you gave then took has made me quite bitter.

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This boat is my home
I want to live here alone
Cold- numb without you

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Forget Me Not (old-fashioned unrequited love in Prose and Haiku)
113 words
Written for 3 writing challenges; Magpie Tales, Trifecta, and DP Weekly Haiku Challenge (5/7/5)

Magpie Tales 195 picture prompt: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/11/mag-195.html?m=1

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Trifecta week 105 word prompt “pluck”:
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-105.html?m=1

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DP Haiku Challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/

The Dress

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The box. Beautifully wrapped laying on our bed. It shocked me to see such beauty waiting for me. I almost didn’t want to disturb the paper and bows so intricately wrapped but your instructions said, “Put it on my beautiful one, I want to see you move and bring to life the room when you walk in. I love you- forever and always. Until…” I knew your words were not just words, they were you, pure and true. So I opened the box.

treasures found
in words of love
wrapped in layers of more than paper

My eyes widened as I lifted the dress, oh the dress, out of the box. Perfect! You knew exactly what would move my soul, my heart, my body….you knew. Touching its beauty, I knew this dress was made for me. As if it was an extension of me. I slipped it on feeling as if there was a piece of my soul connected to it. As it caressed my skin, I tingled. Life forces moved inside of me that are unexplainable. I felt like a new woman. Secretly my mind moved through our evening and back to our bedroom, where this dress would be removed by you. You and I would dance another dance that only two lovers can remember yet conjure up. Our romance.

second skin
caressing from the outside in
lover’s dance

I twirled and danced in our bedroom just for a minute longer. Slipping my shoes on, I was almost ready for our night. Music, wine, hors d’ oeuvres, several courses in our meal and then dancing. The public dance of us, long lovers still in love. You called me from downstairs, “Are you ready, my love?” “Yes.” I said descending to the bottom of the stairs. You said, “Stand there. I want to see you in the light and I want to capture this moment.” Grabbing your camera, you told me to open the dress and dance for you now. Of course, I did.

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The Dress 335 words
An experiment of prose and haiku combined

Unexpected

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Unexpected beauty turning color into black and white all from an iPhone photo….

Unexpected art in my usual Sunday joint….

Unexpected photography contest….

Unexpected joy of playing around with this when I couldn’t fall asleep last night….

When we look up, there are things that have been there all along. This is what I saw at work on Sunday, it’s been there all along for the 2+ years that I’ve been there. I’ve never seen the beauty…really seen it until I decided to look up.

I used the PicStich app to change the photo from color. I also used the focus tool over the bicycle.

In Black and White

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In Full Color

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Phoneography Challenge, the Phone as Your Lens: 2013 | Lens and Pens by Sally
http://lensandpensbysally.wordpress.com/iphoneography-challenge/

Thank you to Georgia for posting her offering last night…see her offering and the others that she linked up on her page here:
Phoneography Challenge
http://bastet1952.wordpress.com/2013/11/23/phoneography-challenge/

The Mirror

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“I loved you once.” she said looking into the mirror.

The mirror replied, “I loved you once too. So much love for you that I cannot let you go.”

The mirror
swallowed
her.

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The Mirror 33 words
Written for Trifecta: Trifextra week 95
and for Anonymous Legacy VisDare November Challenge

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Trifecta Rules:
And now your Trifextra prompt. This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece before linking up below.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifextra-week-ninety-five.html?m=1

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Anonymous Legacy VisDare November Rules:

Wednesday, November 13, 2013
NaNo Triple VisDare 2: Eye of the Beholder

Triple VisDare Rules:

Use whichever photo you like for your VisDare.

OR

Use TWO of the photos of your choosing as a combined prompt.

OR

Use ALL THREE of the photos as a combined prompt.

BONUS POINTS if you can use the prompt(s) in your current NaNoWriMo work-in-progress.

ENTRIES POSTED TO THIS SITE MUST BE 300 words – or less. <<< EXTENDED WORD COUNT JUST FOR THE NOVEMBER 3VisD!!!

Post entry to your blog and "link in" using the link tool below.

(You are welcome to use these prompts as you wish, but if you link
to this site, I ask that you keep it PG for my junior high students,
who like to frequent my site. With this in mind, please do not link entries
that contain erotica or graphic violence.)

No blog? Post your 300 words in the comments below.

DON'T FORGET to read and comment on others' entries!!

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All I ask is that you use it to link back to this site.

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The Letter

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The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Tasted of love and beauty
As good coffee and tea
Were consumed
Writing sweetly to me
From daylight until the hours were wee.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Smelled of his perfumed hands grasping a pen filled with ink
Handwriting words that he knew would sink
Into deeper than my soul.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Traveled through many a country
Coated with fingerprints of people
Speaking languages I don’t understand.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Heard the air gush
As it traveled but did not rush
Into my soft eager hands.

The letter he wrote from a far away land,
Saw the light of the day
When it came my way
Entering more than just my eyes.

It entered my heart
My soul
Mind
And body
Magically it danced
And moved in me romance

I’m thankful and I’ll treasure
The travel and adventure
Of the words handwritten
On the letter he wrote from
That far away land.

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The Letter 179 words
Written for The Mag 194
Link up here: http://magpietales.blogspot.fi/2013/11/mag-194.html?m=1

I Was Rich Once

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I was rich once, not in money
but in stationary,
dripping with your ink
of lovely words for me.

I was rich once, not in money
but in chocolatey kissed candy,
from every holiday including
from the Easter bunny.

I was rich once, not in money
but in funny
secret jokes
laughter evoked
between you and me only.

I was rich once, not in money
but in honey
sweetened by bees that lived in the trees and flowers,
my tea always tasted of their beautiful journey.

I was rich once, now I am poor
the honey is no more,
the jokes are no more,
the chocolatey kisses have fallen from my lips,
the inky stationary is all I have left.

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I Was Rich Once 120 words
Written for 5 Sentence Fiction
Lillie McFerrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction – Letters
http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-letters/

Lillie McFerrin Writes

More Than A Companion

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He was more than a companion,
He came to serve
He spoke familiar words,
But with a curve.

He spoke not of laws
Or rules to observe,
He spoke of love
Giving his without reserve.

His loving affection
He did not conserve,
His plan of direction
He did not swerve.

He came to this earth,
Humanity his goal to preserve
Loving humans in ways
No human deserves.

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More Than A Companion 67 words
Written for Trifecta Week 104
Link up here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-104.html?m=1

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On to the weekly prompt.

COMPANION (noun)
1
: one that accompanies another : comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another
2
obsolete : rascal
3
a : one that is closely connected with something similar
b : one employed to live with and serve another

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone.
This week’s word is companion.

The Man

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Out of nowhere
You were there
Across the bar
Did you have to glare that hard?
I noticed you too
Your tattoo peeking through
Did you need help, maybe?
Another beer, possibly?
A pen is what you asked
Then you dashed off real fast
Came back and paid your tab
Handing me the napkin note
You left before I had time to read what you wrote
That was the beginning of our love story
It ended two years later in tragedy
Your addictions have you fragmented
Broken pieces on street cement
My love cannot mend
The broken pieces together again

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The Man 100 words written for Friday Fictioneers November 22, 2013
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple | Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
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Sailing Away

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You’re a poet
You’re a thief
Stealing hearts
Under inky sheets

Make believe dreams
Of love between
More than white sheets
Or snowy streets

Sailing away on
Whispering waves
Turning nights
Into days of flight

It’s always
Somehow or someway
You have with your words
Beautiful, magical,
Strange or obscure

I’ll agree
I’ll concur
I’ll love them for sure
When they’re penned
For just me to see

A real love
-vs-
Fantasy
You’re writing
Our story

My heart is sailing
With yours
Looking past
Our distance shores

Dreaming of seeing
Truth
and
Believing
Your inky sheets
Are not just
Silkscreens

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Sailing Away 100 words
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction
http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/

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Inbox Into-Me-See (Intimacy)

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I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is screaming
To have you in
My mind is dreaming
Thoughts begin

To Move
To Dance
To Sing
Of a romance
Inside of my box
Inside of me

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box misses you
Our “private writes”
Naked and true
Words, you to me
Words, me to you
Beautiful words, just for two

Minds to collide
No longer having to hide
Deeper we go
Inside deep we’ll slide

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

My box is ready
Open
Wide
Juices are flowing
Deep inside

Of my fingers
My toes
Between all of those
I have words
Ready to compose

I want you in
As deep as you can be
I want to see you
I want you to see me

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“Coffee and Cream”

Inbox Into-Me-See (Intimacy) 178 words
Written for Trifecta weekend challenge Trifextra (this week with a triple XXX)

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Do one of your own, here are the rules:
And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day.

We are asking for an open write this week–33 to 333 words of erotic writing. No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either. If you want to see what our writers came up with last year, click on over and check them out. This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence. We want this to be a celebration of sensuality. Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.

If you do not wish to publish your erotic piece to your own blog, or if you want to publish it anonymously, we are re-opening Trifecta Anonymous, Trifecta’s hosting blog, for this week only. If you don’t want to use your own blog, please email your submissions to trifectawritingchallenge@gmail.com. Include your text in the body of your email (not in an attachment) and please indicate how you’d like us to credit you (anonymous, real name, etc.).
This challenge will be judged by the community, and the top spot will be awarded a copy of Sessha Batto’s latest erotic book, Strength of Will. A huge thank you to Sessha for so graciously donating her words.

So, hop to it. Get cracking. Break out of your comfort zone. Or, if this is your comfort zone, let us in.

This weekend’s challenge is community judged.
For the 14 hours following the close of the challenge, voting will be enabled on links.
In order to vote, return to this post where stars will appear next to each link. To vote, simply click the star that corresponds with your favorite post.
You can vote for your top three favorite posts.
Voting is open to everyone.
You have 14 hours to vote. It’s not much time, so be diligent! We’ll send out reminders on Twitter and Facebook.
The winners will be announced in the comments of Friday’s post and will be posted in our typical fashion in the post on the following Monday.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifextra-week-ninety-four-trifexxxtra.html?showComment=1384532338776&m=1

Remembered Dancer

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She danced
privately
that one
night,
allowing me
to capture
her beauty
for my personal
collection-
not just a
static sketch
in my
memory.

I traced the
lines
of her spine
to her feet,
drinking
every inch
of her
rich silky
skin-
sipping her
in slowly.

I tasted her
soul
that she
spilled out
completely,
the sweet
reward
was
of her
looking back-
seeing
into me.

Her
simple gift
of
dance that
night,
eternal
liquidity-
living,
breathing,
beating,
flowing,
moving,
inside
of me.

She
remembered
me-
our secret
little gift
of that
night,
by willing
my still
photograph
back
after
she died.

I am
gratefully
indebted
to her
private
dance of
love,
then and
now and
for all of
eternity.

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Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle 1895-96 Edgar Degas

Remembered Dancer
120 words

Written for Trifecta and The Magpie Tales

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Trifecta Week 103
Today is also Remembrance Day, celebrated around the world to honour those who have died in the line of duty for their nations. With our birthday and that in mind, this week’s prompt came easily. Please pay attention to the THIRD definition and happy writing!

Remember (verb):

1 : to bring to mind or think of again
2 : archaic
a : BETHINK
b : REMIND
3 a : to keep in mind for attention or consideration
b : REWARD
4 : to retain in the memory
5 : to convey greetings from

Remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
• The word itself needs to be included in your response.
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
• Only one entry per writer.
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz.
• Trifecta is open to everyone. Please join us.
This week’s word is remember.
http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/11/trifecta-week-103.html?m=1

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The Mag 193 Picture Prompt
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If These Bricks Could Speak

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If these bricks could speak,
you’d hear tales of many feet
dragging their dirt from their homes to the street.

Tales of destruction, demise and lies.

Tales of beauty, celebration and sunrise.

If these bricks could speak,
you’d hear a million tales
but for now they are quietly silent,
until…

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This picture was found in a contest called Friday Fictioneers

Here is the link if you’d like to play 100 word count story or poem based on the picture.

15 November 2013 | Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/15-november-2013/

Invincible

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I was Invincible-
never overcome,
conquered,
subdued,
or attacked.

Then your words
took grasp,
snap,
just ‘like that’!

Jet Black,
dark parts,
that smack
the bulletproof vest
I proudly wear
across my chest.

They dare to
undress me
unlike the rest
of humanity.

Impregnable-
but you see
right through
me,
silkscreens
destined to be.

Unstoppable-
your words
agree and
concur.

They have
the ability
to conquer
every inch
of me.

More is yet to come.

I’ve truly become undone.

That’s the
Invincible me
living in reality,
now vulnerable
in your hands,
putty-
silly me.

Thought
I was
Invincible
then
I fell
in love!

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Denim (60 second random thoughts)

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American blue beauty

dressed naturally

cotton soft

store bought

comfortable true

everyone is eyeing you

made to believe

not fake

even if there is a hint of spandex

encased in the weaves of your threads

spend a fortune on the latest fashion

just to be hip

ready for action

these blue beauties grew up

from the ground now

watch them spin round and round

the washing machine and dryer

starch and iron them

so they’ll stand up straighter

faded holes

cut off to show

only the parts that a lover needs to know

these denim jeans aren’t fit for the queen yet

in America they are seen on every television screen

screaming of freedom and wealth

look at the piles on The Gap’s store shelf

stacked so neat and pretty

but finding and fitting

your size as the manufactures fib

on the real size that they cut each year

it’s quite clear that they make numbers up

just so Americans will spend big bucks

on the latest and greatest blue

dreaming jeans

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