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Opportunity


Sunday Scribblings is the inspiration for this one. Keyword is opportunity. So I decided to use that as my title, and go from there.

Opportunity

Pressed against the glass
Pounding my fists in denial
This can’t be this can’t be this can’t
It’s just my luck, to be
Captured by my arch-nemesis
And he has just released the dogs.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

A good opportunity for the villain to maybe win against the hero in this one eh?

I find it so quaint when people think decisions are good or evil, black or white (unless the question is “which chess pieces do you wanna use?”, then it’s legit), light or dark, whatever you want to call it.

I live in the shades of grey. And I don’t want to be bound by other people’s morality.
I’m a staunch left-wing liberal lesbian socialist Canadian… who works for an appallingly bloated American business not known for their tolerance that’s sucking money from my country. Then again, it is just a part-time job, but there are some who have said that I am compromising my personal integrity. To which I say, I know exactly how this company treats the employees, but if  I don’t work, I don’t eat, and there’s a thing called Maslow’s hierarchy of needs that you should look into if you have a problem with that.

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Trapped


Trapped

You snared me in your
Web of affection and lust.
All I can do is
Lie beside you with your arms
Pinning me down on this bed.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I can never remember the lie/lay rule. Something something definite article reference something? I think I got it right.

found on wikipedia

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The Power of a Word


I’m a pretty firm believer in the power of language to shape life. Sometimes it gets a little crowded in my head, and things like this poem happen.

The Power of a Word

hasten onward
always
moving talking breathing
thinking always thinking
thinking think think think
Think.

the texture of words
invoking their meaning through
enunciation so crucial-

not flat as words on a page;
it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a
trap it’s a trap it is

eyes closed breathing even
impeccable picture of repose
yet not asleep;
deep in thought perhaps
absorbing all else through
deprivation of sight
lost in a private world

hasten on, yes it is time
you’ll be late, late! for a very important
thought
thinking thinking think think
think

mentally framing and rephrasing-
deliberating.
de-liberating, un-freeing-
trapping thoughts by giving them words.

think-think doublethink
the power of the mind to delude oneself
is that what this is?

the power of a word
what is the point in
thinking always thinking
think think Think.

© Bridget Noonan, 2009, 2011.

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Writer’s Block


Writer’s Block

Snowy endless field
Blank of mind
Hunting through forests of
Printed word brings no aid
Web-like map traps instead of frees
Hourglass running out
Clock ticks steadily on to doom.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Man, this weekend was friggin’ nuts. Cambridge with Steve was excellent though. I hadn’t seen him in way too long. And I mean, fireworks adventure last night kicked ass. But work this weekend? The only word I have for that is an inarticulate scream of anguish, which really is less of a word and more of a sound.

But yeah. Due to being quite literally so tired and in pain after work that I become stupid, I haven’t been writing. Not writing makes me feel all twitchy, but forcing it wasn’t happening either. It’s no excuse, but it’s all I have.

Gonna bust my metaphorical balls and maybe get the Three Word Wednesday done before Mike and Randi show up.

I also recommend that, if you are Canadian, or living in a place that celebrates Victoria Day, you listen to some Tragically Hip. It is the Canadian cottage party band of choice, and one of my favourites. Hell, even if you are neither Canadian nor have today off, the Hip are amazing.

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