Today’s prompts at Three Word Wednesday are
Fickle
Sparkle
Wrinkle
cross the bridge
it grows
sparkles
sizzles
hisses
flesh yearns as
breath quickens
muscles tremble & belly
burns
brow wrinkles at
every turn…
love is cruel
life is kind
the heart keeps the
flame alive
the body is
a fickle tool
eternal journey, memory’s fool
Charlotte Hamrick 
Whoosh, great stuff here. Lively and alive.
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there is always the aftertaste of erotica in your writing,, well done…
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Whirling words, thoughts and images. Energetic and rhythmic.
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There was a wonderful rhythm to this poem…it really flows. Beautifully done!
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gotta love it!!
ps moved before the bitch hit. my childhood home is gone, two cousins lost everything… if you are interested, i wrote about my visit on my regular blog…
http://www.quinbrowne.com/2007/09/quin-in-big-easy-ii.html
i had gone back to bury my dad’s ashes…
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It has rhythm. Like it..
sultry days of summer
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I do love the poem itself, but I’m failing to grasp the title’s meaning. I have an idea, but I don’t think I’m on the right track.
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qb, I’m so sorry for your loss. K touched us all one way or another but she will not keep us down! NOLA is the only city for me, warts and all!
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pjd: honestly,the title came from the thesaurus. I was looking for an alternative word for “anticipate” and “cross the bridge” was a listed synonym. Go figure. It just fit.
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Very nice. I especially liked the last line: “eternal journey, memory’s fool”. I’m not sure what it means (not feeling very clever today) but I do like it.
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loved the rhymes 🙂
My 3WW
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ohhhhh refreshing 🙂
My 3WW
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great rhythm…. title’s from the thesaurus huh? Very clever. 😉
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great one! i kept reading “love is cruel life is kind” again and again. love this.
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