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com·fort

[kuhm-fert] – verb

Comfort (or comfortability, or being comfortable) is a sense of physical or psychological ease, often characterized as a lack of hardship. Persons who are lacking in comfort are uncomfortable, or experiencing discomfort. A degree of psychological comfort can be achieved by recreating experiences that are associated with pleasant memories, such as engaging in familiar activities,[1]maintaining the presence of familiar objects,[1] and consumption of comfort foods. Comfort is a particular concern in health care, as providing comfort to the sick and injured is one goal of healthcare, and can facilitate recovery.[2] Persons who are surrounded with things that provide psychological comfort may be described as being within their comfort zone.

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Once A Stranger

There are times that when ppl win and life opens the door to a secret room where only the elite among us mingle.

Izzy thought this mystical realm would envelope her within its warm embrace; comfort her from all who could damage the intricate facade of confidence she had built up over the last few weeks.

The award was only a small modest plaque, wood warn smooth around the edges from years of gratitude, that the neighborhood had passed from one homeowner to another for various good deeds, noticed by the well doers who lived near by. It was to be handed to her in front of the horde of onlookers who’s smiles attempted to hide the jealously that twisted their faces into grotesque demonic souls, ever searching for the next feast on which their minds will roast, allowing the billowing smoke to pass from one ear to another. Izzy knew she was a source of gossip from the first day she arrived at her new home but she was a different woman then, strong, confident, some would say even brazen.

Her mind drifted, as it so often did lately, thinking back to the day she turned the corroded copper handles on the massive double doors. The air was stale with neglect as the remains of a once lovely woman stood before her. The owners lips that had been stained with roses hue now saturated with a jaundice only achieved by years of nicotine that seeped through the paper of her non filtered cigarettes. The deep furrows around her mouth hinting of a life once full of laughter now seemed to amplify the smell of whiskey as she exhaled her anxious welcome. Izzy had looked at this house many times over the past three years but she did not feel right about it and refused to go inside until today. Cash had reassured her she would love it and begged her to just go in one time only and the issue would be dropped, as her waning constitution faded, she agreed. Their hunt had lasted so long and she wanted to settle, if only for a little while, in a house she could call her home. The arid bones of the ancient woman barely holding her frame carried her down the hall leaving Izzy and Cash to stand bewildered in her abrupt exit. It was up to them to create a self tour and with eagerness bubbling forth Cash leaped at the opportunity, wandering from one space to the next. Maybe that was it, the space felt so empty. There were no holes in the walls where pictures or painting might have hung. The sparse furniture randomly placed in awkward positions as if the elderly woman only pretended to live there. These Ideas crossed her mind until she came across the fully loaded bar that had a familiar ring of sweat from recently filled iced glass on the counter beside droplets of a freshly pour whisky… on the rocks… no water. The windows once uncovered from the heavy laden dusty fabric gave birth to an ocean of greenie-blue that saturated Izzy’s eyes deeper than the color they themselves held and she surrendered. It was not the house that stole her heart but it was the provocative green flooding through that roused the sprit with in her. People can enjoy a color, but to know when a color has become one with the soul….. it is a profound epiphany, never lost on the awakened.

All these thoughts swam in the murky waters of Izzy’s mind. To speak unto the multitudes was not a foreign land to her, she quite enjoyed capturing the attention of others and allowing her words to flow, never to be forgotten. She was know well for her speaking capacity regardless of the fact that it was only a veil that shielded her from a closer, more intimate contact with others. For that is what they were to her…. others. If they only truly knew the woman that would stand before them today, the fires would burn a crimson red as her lost soul would ceremoniously be splayed open and crucified before them. The stench of sulfur burrowing deep in to the brew of gossip waiting to be spewed forth.

Who was she? Her purpose, given away willingly for she knew of no other choice yet the sacrifice would tighten around her neck like the diamond choker she now wore as she lay naked upon the pillows so neatly placed beside the bed….. weeping for the unknown devastation yet to come….. praying for the downfall that would set her free from the secret room among the elite.

 

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Once a week I will post a new word for you my devout bloggers.

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Svelte

[svelt, sfelt] – adjective, svelt·er, svelt·est.

1. slender, especially gracefully slender in figure; lithe.
2. suave; blandly urbane.

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What if?
 
The trickling water from the low flow shower head felt warm against her skin. It was the last few days of winter and the cold moist air cut into her soft succulent nature as if a knife were pressed against her throat stinging as it sliced a thin but, deeply felt line. 
 
“I am not made for this bitter cold” She thought. 
 
Lathering up the poriferous sea sponge with the coveted aromatic soap she had purchased in her travels years ago. The spicy scent of cinnamon and cloves with the slightest hint of saffron filled the small space. Her mind drifted to a country she long since explored. 
 
“Book the flight!” she frustratedly lectured herself as the soft rain of droplets dampened her voice into a longing whisper. 
 
The auburn locks weighted around her shoulders were brushed aside as the creamy suds covered the tender flesh only to be whisk away by the luxurious streams of heated rain. 
 
There was a man, as one might suspect, that had opened his eyes and glimpsed her soul without turning away. The compassion and understanding he freely gave, yet never his heart, left her wanton but hopeful. His life, she refused to disrupt, called to her in these cold winter nights but he had earned her respect and for that she remained loyal to unspoken vows of distant secrecy. Bending at the waist to marinate her calves in the exotic accumulation of memory and sent, she wondered in a hushed voice, as if her ears were forbidden to hear the truth of her desires, 
 
“What if…?”  her voice trailing off into the thought.
 
Water turning cold, her susurrations were disturbed by an abrupt shock of icy chilled water and an unexpected gayety. The epiphany overwhelmed her senses, sobering her mind passed emotions. 
 
With a new-found clarity that was once hidden within her truth she declared, 
 
“What if?”

 

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Unrequited

[uhn-ri-kwathy-tid] – adjective

1. not returned or reciprocated: unrequited love

2. not avenged or retaliated: an unrequited wrong

3. not repaid or satisfied

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Why did I not take you home?

Arm brushes ever so lightly, a bar unknown.

Taunting eyes hold you captive, alluring promises they do show.

 

Nights of pleasure entice, words ever sweet.

Pretty face for you, but it is only a little treat.

 

It is mercy that is offered, the depths you’ll never see.

Youth not in your age, your spirit keeps you free.

 

Keep away my young man, it is not rapture found here.

But an unrequited love, you’ll inevitably begin to fear.

 

Broken and fractured, facets would soon reveal.

Parting ways is a small kindness, your fate has no seal. 

 

Thank me you will not, tonight as you sleep alone. 

Yet your heart will rejoice, this passion unknown. 

Word Play For Today: Algid

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Algid

1. Cold; chilly

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Ah… but if his kiss resonates the algid mountains covered in frost, I must inquire from within, where have they been?

 

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Spring Blue Bonnets near my house

Spring Blue Bonnets near my house

mem·o·ries

1. The mental faculty of retaining and recalling past experience.

2. The act or an instance of remembering; recollection.

3. All that a person can remember.

4. Something remembered.

5. The fact of being remembered; remembrance.

6. The period of time covered by the remembrance or recollection of a person or group of persons.

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Yesterday I walked through fields of memories yet to be made. 

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pre·cious

/ˈpreSHəs/Adjective

 (of an object, substance, or resource Of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly.

Noun

Used as a term of address to a beloved person

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Birthday Wish

Sally Jane did not want a dog, She wanted a kitten but that is not what showed up at her door. It was her birthday today and she had told everyone who would listen, within ear shot of her parents, that she wanted a big fat orange tabby like the one she saw at the pet store. Her parents told her that a cat was out of the question because her smelly younger brother was al-lear-ject to cats. They just didn’t understand. She wanted a friend who she could cuddle and play games with but, when she began to tell them that she didn’t want a cat just a kitten, they would smile and say ” I know you do dear” as they patted her on the head dismissively.

Thud Thud Thud!

She rushed to open the door, thinking the sound that she heard was one of her classmates but instead of finding John, Michael or Katherin, this scrawny black dog looking up at her, he must have been scratching his ear or something and missed hitting the door to make such a racket. She looked down at him with a twisted face but before she could holler for him to go away, he dashed into the house dirt and all. “Catch that dog!” she screamed in the loudest voice she could muster. ” He’s going to mess up my party!”

She ran into the kitchen following that black mangy dog only to find her brother, The King of Smell, all covered in HER cake, sitting on the floor with that yucky dog licking HER frosting off his cheek! ” Grossssss.. Don’t let him do THAT! You don’t know where his mouth has been.” Noah had no intention of stopping, in fact he dipped his finger into the toppled cake lifting one of the beautiful butter cream roses she had picked out at the bakery and actually fed it to that dog, sneering at her all the while through his half snort have giggle. She did not scream but shrieked “MMMMOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!”

Her parents came running into the room, out of breath and flustered with eyes wide in expectation of WWIII, to find Sally Jane towering over Noah who was sprawled out on the floor in a fit of laughter. Just that moment, the dog stopped licking at the sweet creamy icing and as if he was Mr. Manors himself.

“OH Noooo!” Sally Jane began, “There is no way we are keeping that thing!”

She had seen that look before plastered across her parents face, it was that sappy look they would give when Noah, aka MR. Smell-A-Lot, would fall asleep after they brought him home form the hospital.

*

He was not a dog, he was a monster!

He would roll around on her bed messing it all up after she had made it in the mornings. She would come home from school and find Goofy wagging his tail and offering up one of her shoes or precious stuffed animals with drool dripping off of it as if he’d wrangled up a bobcat for an afternoon snack and saved it just for her. Night time was the worst time of all.  When Sally Jane slept Goofy would sneak out of Noah’s room and lay at the foot of her bed. She would wake up when her feet would get hot and push him off but he would not leave the room, only find the freshly pressed school uniform neatly folded on her puffy reading chair and mistake them for covers.

*

Sally Jane got off the bus in the most sour of moods today. Her feet stomped and scooted the leaves up the driveway thinking of all the homework she would have to do that night. As she reached the door her the strap on her backpack broke spilling out her books and papers. The wind must of thought a good game of chase would be fun for it whipped a few sheets up into the air before she could catch them. HEr hand twisted the handle at the door opening it slightly, to call for her mothers help before leaping from the steps grabbing at wandering pages.

As she gathered them up her sour mood drifted, “Where is Bruce?” she thought in a whisper to herself. It was unlike him to not take advantage of her situation and slobber on her unsupervised homework waiting by the door.

The yard got quiet. She could not hear the birds singing in the trees or the cars roaring past, only the thunderous beating of her heart.

“Where is Bruce?”

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kis·met

[kiz-mit, -met, kis-]-noun

fate; destiny.

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The Kiss

Her lips ripe and swollen as they brushed against his.
This stranger from a far way land, entranced with the beauty that lies beneath, whispering confections between each tender embrace.
Her body yearns for more though she holds her delicate southern grace.
She believes it is in the wanting that captures his attention but does not keep wary.
Further and further her intentions focus on the man that is him.
His subtle change goes not unnoticed as his hand, delicately caressing her face, recedes. her neck feels the lingering touch,warming her skin as it passes.
She exhales as though she had held the breath of lifetimes.
This is kismet.

 

Word Play For Today: Lagan

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lag·an – noun [lag-uh n]

anything sunk in the sea,
but attached to a buoy or
the like so that itmay be recovered.

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The words:

Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blow a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is no her hair
And like a love-sick lenanshee
She hath my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe, nor liberty
for love is lord of all

and often when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto here shielding lorn
And thro’ the dooring peep
There on the cricket’s singing stone
She makes the bog wood fire
And hums in sad sweet undertone
The song of heart’s desire
Writer:
DELARGY, DAVID / O’HAGAN, EUGENE / O’HAGAN, MARTIN / ISAAK, SALLI / O’NEILL, DANNY / TRADITIONAL

Hmmm, I’m going to have to sleep on this one.. I included the song that popped up when I was looking the forword up because it was melty (so not trying to cheat by adding the lyrics and not writing my own words)

Word Play For Today: One

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One

noun, verb, pronoun…etc

I’m hoping you know the meaning, its use has a wide range so you get to pick from a cornucopian of options.

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Listen & Write – One – Apocalyptica

Posted by  in EliabethListen & Write!

http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2012/04/05/listen-write-one-apocalyptica/

 

I found inspiration for todays word in two ways

1. The listen and write prompt I’ve just stumbled across

2. the powers of my imagination

When I was a kid I heard this song and loved the rhythm. As a young adult I read the words, shocker I realize, but I have a thing for knowing the meaning of things. Now that I’m grown, I find words have a meaning that create through my life experiences and dreams.

One

Distant Lover,
Oh how your words do inspire, as wind sweeps the sands of caution away, You fall towards my embrace. This dance does lift my spirit but not into the loftiness of the pretty blue skies where birds soar but far beyond. Its reach evades the chaos of space where stars are not a twinkle in my eye but blazon orbs in hues of red and yellow.

My reach halts only for time, it is our barrier

unseen….

untouched….

unexplored….

Distant Lover…
It is your words that caress my soul in rapture as day will turn to your night, the beginning as it comes to an end and so do the delicate pages stop from turning.

Dreams written….
pictures taken….
giving lifetimes within your wake, all speaking soft whispers of passions and pleasures, that I do devour vigorously upon each serving.

It is a rhapsody of imagination is it not?

Distant Lover,

What would I give to feel the touch from the tender hand of inspiration as it flows always and forever toward my heart, gliding over the letters that set sail across oceans baring tingling wanton thoughts, the rise and fall of each finger stroking the spine sends me to a world I want as my own. The music that flows bringing notes along the rigid scale, carries my fantasies toward a richness that causes my greed to overcome my nature.

Ah, but to taste the tea from lips in which are stained, to quench the thirst from my cupped hands, that is built over hours of unbridged devotion you have bestowed effortlessly, is my only desire. The essence of you, as it mixes with my own, builds erotic pleasures burning into depths the wisest man would never tread. As lovers we rage against the confinements holding us apart yet, in this distance… our lust affair blooms.

To all Distant Lovers,
I summon you to my chambers, do not think this a plea. My appetite, never sated, is your divine damnation, to know the emotions that wash over your face when I overpower your senses in the giving as I have received, I obliquity follow you in your hell.

We are truly one

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bois·ter·ous

[boi-ster-uh s, -struh s] – adjective

1. rough and noisy; noisily jolly or rowdy; clamorous;unrestrained: the sound of boisterous laughter.
2. (of waves, weather, wind, etc.) rough and stormy.
3. Obsolete . rough and massive.

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Once A Stranger

Henry Cassius Dempsey IV, his name was born of old money and although no one called him by his full name, you could feel the reverence in their voices even in its abbreviated form. He enjoyed all that his birthright afforded him. Never knowing the need to struggle in order to make ends meet or feeling a desire to burn unsatisfied, Izzy would often hear him say “I win.” but mind you, it was not a boast nor from gayety did those words spring as if a game had been just played but, from a knowingness, deeply rooted where no wind could unearth this oak of truth.
He sat at his desk, reflecting on the faded broken flower that once was his wife. His frustration and anger as he stood by watching her wallow in self-pity, day after day.
“Damn it! What is wrong with her?
Why doesn’t she just get her ass out of bed, out of that house?
She just needs to stand up and dust her knees off.
She’s always done that before. Never let anything get her down.”
For a moment guilt slithers out from the corner of his mind attempting to make him question his motives… his choices as of late. Quickly he pushes away the serpent, justifying his night in the hotel as a fluke that would never of occurred if Izzy was not so selfish. It was a business trip and when his partners backed out last-minute due to family issues he had no choice but to go and represent the firm, it was his name on the wall after all. Besides, it only made sense that Cheri would still go, being that she was the assistant. What didn’t occur to him was how lonely he had felt over the last few months. Izzy always took care of everything and then all of a sudden she stopped. Wouldn’t pack the kids lunches, wouldn’t change her clothes even. He not only felt lonely but he resented her weakness. Cheri reminded him of Izzy sometimes, when they were younger and had no children that took her attention away from him. The way he would hear her laugh across the hall, a loud, boisterous, full-out laugh, not caring if the other assistances scorned her with their bitter gaze. She was young and beautiful and she knew it.
It was not his fault, a bad situation with too much to drink piled on top that would not happen again. A complete fluke that no one would blame him for and no one had to know about.