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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Construct Cup V 2.0 #821041 added June 28, 2014 at 9:21am
Restrictions: None
Wake-up Call
Prompt for: June 27, 2014
Subject or Theme: Write what you hear (close your eyes and describe whatever you hear around you)
Word(s) to Include: Carbonated, Chronic
Forbidden Word(s): Cry, ear, hear, loud, music, noise, soft, sound, speech, talk
Additional Parameters: Minimum 20 lines. Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title.
Wake-up Call
Outside world house-creaks through
cozy, cotton-batting gauze
of not-yet-awake,
of flimsy balance between dreamy deafness and
carbonated clock-bubbles ticking: no alarm,
no five AM siren-ed wake-up call.
Just the gurgle-spatter-hiss of morning
elixir-coffee brewing, of repeated thump of puppy
tail beating against my foot.
(I have yet to open my eyes, or so much as move.
How does she know I’m half-way conscious?)
Grasping at retreating strands of a dream where
waves washed sandy shore and I slurped the final sip of Mai-Tai,
the need to let other fluids drain has me reconsidering
simply falling off the cliff to sleep.
Sand-hill cranes screech, reverberate off my skull.
Wind-chimed breeze soothes, wafts eau d'garden inside.
Morning robin chorus
interrupted by insistent whimpers, head butts:
“Let me out, now!” in
easily translatable puppy-speak.
Chronic snuffle-snort snores
from across the bed morph to body stretching yawn.
Dry-throated, raspy mumble prompts
puppy prancing up his body, which
elicits something between yelp and high-pitched groan.
Covers flop, feet hit the floor.
“Coffee?”
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