Father Time

Father Time – Trifecta

Lines of turmoil etch his face
His hands are bound by pain.
Regret of trying to win the race
It’s too late to start again.

His job had caused his knee to bow
There’d been no time to play
His children were successful now
They work 12 hours a day.

All alone, he wastes his tears
The years have felt so long
Spirit fading, he thinks he hears
Whispers of that idle song:

Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.”

The Road to Hell

Trifecta‘s challenge word “intention”.

The Road to Hell*

‘She looks like she didn’t even take a shower this morning. I would never let mine get away with that. Doesn’t she realize they are in a public place?’

Every judgmental thought and noble intention vanished as her three-year-old threw herself on the floor and screamed those same words she heard so long ago, “but I want it!”

*See comments

Trifextra: Crust, mantle, core

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Trifextra – Give us 33 words from it.  Interpret the prompt however you wish–literal, metaphorical, or somewhere in between.


“He’s a hard worker. Doesn’t bother the others. He likes the night shift.”

“Oh, he’s a good boy. Always interested in how things work.”

They won’t know what hit them. Five, four, three…

Trifecta: The Final Act

Haven’t entered one of these for a while. Trifecta‘s prompt word is “Survive”.

The  Final Act

How can something hurt so much?

The life that’s left is hard to touch.

The pain so deeply pushed inside

She knows this time, she won’t survive.

Lines of agony, tears of rage

Scratches of hopelessness fill the page.

The heart once beating longs to be still.

An empty life, nothing can fill.

The knife draws slowly across her wrist.

Blood, the proof she still exists.

In shallow breaths, she wonders why

Life was only found, when she chose to die.

She isn’t sad, she doesn’t regret.

She’s broken beyond what she can forget.

As the cold swept in, she closed her eyes

Spirit long gone, her body dies.


– Hobbler


Out of my mind Trifecta

Just for fun, I thought I’d try an “out of my mind” Trifecta this week. I asked for a main character, setting, and format from you all and took the first suggestions received from 3 different people. I also said I might attempt a random word suggestion.

Character: Garden boy – suggested by Anthony

Setting: Merchant ship’s galley – suggested by H.H.

Format: Poem – suggested by Madame Weebles

Random words: ice and curtains – suggested by Mary I, and “wenis” aka the soft skin on your elbow – suggested by PMAO

Trifecta‘s challenge word was “dinosaur” defined – 3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete

*Any of you Trifectans or other people reading this, I am having a pity party this weekend. I’d love to see you there. For more info: Party Time!

Once there was a garden boy.
The beauty of flowers brought him much joy.
His work was play, or so it seemed
Except when he fell asleep and dreamed.
A merchant ship upon the sea
In the galley, is where he’d be
For there his love washes a dish
Soap bubbles embrace her soft wenis
The movement of the curtain’s lace
Shows a lucky breeze upon her face.
Even the wind desperately tries
To touch her lips, to catch her eyes
A man’s cold heart would melt like ice
With just one word from beauty so nice.
But the gardener knew it wasn’t real
Although his heart desired to steal
This gorgeous creature that he dreamed
It wasn’t meant to be, it seemed.
So waking he would quickly go
To making perfect flowers grow
Lips red as rose, hair sunflower’s gold
His dream? A dinosaur, never to unfold.
Although her heart, he couldn’t keep
He wouldn’t have traded a moment’s sleep.
Even when dreams fail to come true.
They still are part of what makes you, you.