boisterous bird songs punctuate
the humming traffic
This weekend’s prompt comes from Hello, Cheney, whose lapse in memory was a happy accident for us. This weekend we’re asking you to harken back to your grade school days and write a haiku. No word restrictions, just stick to the structure as defined below.
: an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively
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Roaring fires and mulled wine
Buds and chirping birds
Radiant green hues
Light and shadows
Explosion of colour
Anticipation of snow
This was written for this weekend’s Trifextra challenge.
This weekend’s prompt is to write 33 words exactly inspired by the following photo project by Eirik Solheim. Each slice of the photo compilation is a different day of the year, taken from the same location. – See more at:
The remains of Adam M, who disappeared in the desert over 10 years ago, have been identified. Hikers stated they were drawn to the location by a gold tooth glistening in the sun.
Trifextra: Week Eighty
Full disclosure: we’re going a bit weird on you with this weekend’s short prompt. Trifecta editor Lisa has a son who just lost his first tooth. In honor of such a creepy event, we want you to write a 33-word response that uses the word tooth. Your response can use any definition of the word but cannot tell the story of someone losing a tooth. (Because we just told that story, and it was pretty boring the first time.) Click on the logo below to see more.
She believed his love was true
Only when he saw red
She turned black and blue
Now purple and yellow flowers
Grow over the little grave
A white stone for a ‘beloved daughter’
The Trifextra challenges seem to bring out my dark side…
For Trifextra Week Seventy Eight you are asked to write a thirty-three word piece that has a color in it. Use the color to describe anything you like, or use anything you like to describe your color, but keep it creative and keep it short.
I cannot fly. If I could, I would fly like time.
I would spread my wings and swiftly arrive in a far away land.
Far away from timelines and social conventions. Far away from expectations and demands.
I would land in my own paradise, cocooned in the warmth of the sun and the breeze of the sea.
I would sit quietly and sip cool milk from coconuts.
I would listen to the gentle sounds of nature wash away the clamour in my head.
The word for Trifecta: Week Eighty Five challenge is the third definition of the verb FLY.
3a : to move, pass, or spread quickly
b : to be moved with sudden extreme emotion
c : to seem to pass quickly
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