Sometimes the best- laid plans…

Trifecta: Week 104

The  weekly Trifecta is-

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
• The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
• Only one entry per writer. 
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
• Trifecta is open to everyone. 

This week’s word is companion.

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Here come my 333 words:-)


Sometimes the best-laid plans…


 “Patrick, I need the Sun. Move my chair near the window.”

“Patrick, go get my knitting needles and the blue yarn.”

“Are you deaf? Or blind? I said blue, not green!”

How he hated her dominating attitude.

But, worse was her condescending tone.

“Patrick, when will you ever learn to set the table properly?”

“Is it so difficult to understand? We are going to the concert, not the market and you expect me to wear this frumpy frock!”

“If Agatha had sent you to some better school, at least you could have known how to read. “

He despised her.

She the rich invalid relative, he the poor(ly) paid companion.

Companion, my foot! He thought and seethed inwardly. She treats me worse than a servant.

Then, six months back, he had met Julia at the local deli-a gentle beauty. Love was instant.

 But he had no prospects and all his hopes hung on this old relative dying early, leaving her substantial estate to him.

However, the visit to the Doctor a week ago poured cold water on all his hopes. The test reports said that though her legs would never bear her weight again, she was otherwise healthy and expected to live long.

 He saw his dreams turning to ashes.

Murder it had to be but as the sole heir, he knew suspicion was bound to fall on him.

An accident was the perfect answer.

“The view is really breath-taking Patrick. For once you have pleased me.”

Standing behind her, he smirked.

He pushed the wheel chair, heard her screaming, realizing at the last moment that she had latched on to his wrist….


“What a horrific accident!”The crowd murmured.

Police examined the site and concluded that the boulder had come loose and both victims had slipped and fallen onto  the rocks below.

While the elderly lady had died, the younger man had smashed his spine, thus becoming a vegetable from the waist down. The trauma had robbed him of his speech as well.




Carpe Diem’s Tanka Shrine #2

Carpe Diem’s Tanka Shrine #2, Ishikawa Takuboku’s ”on the white sand”


For this episode ,Kristjaan,our host at Carpe Diem has chosen a Tanka by Ishikawa Takuboku.

On the white sand
Of the beach of a small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked with tears,
Am playing with a crab
(c) Ishikawa Takuboku
The challenge is to write a new Tanka in the same tone, sense and spirit as Ishikawa.
This I found to be be very tough.However,here is my feeble attempt at writing a Tanka in the same spirit.

Drinking deeply from
the chalice of life,we cough
choke,even throw up
but love helps us breathe again
in this wilderness of pain




Carpe Diem-Tan Renga challenge month # XXI

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Month #XXI, Cathy Tenzo’s “the Buddha Himself”

Carpe Diem’s host Kristjaan has chosen a Haiku by Cathy Tenzo for today’s episode of Tan Renga challenge.Thank you Cathy for sharing this  beautifully spiritual Haiku.

the Buddha himself
did not start enlightened
he walked the path

(c) Cathy Tenzo

Here is my attempt at completion of the Tan Renga:-)

of dharma,meditating
sought truth,attained nirvana







Carpe Diem-Tan Renga challenge # XX

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Month #XX, WabiSabi’s ”old beacon”


At CD,our host Kristjaan has set the challenge for today’s TanRenga with this amazing Haiku by Wabi Sabi.


old beacon
hailing all strangers –
mind the land

(c) WabiSabi

And here is my completion:-)

sweet siren song beckoning
sailors leap embracing death








Carpe Diem-Tan Renga Challenge # XIX

Carpe Diem”s Tan Renga Challenge Month #XIX, Carol’s ”tickling ivories”

At CD ,our host Kristjaan says -“Today our Tan Renga ”to complete” is started by Carol of ”a creative harbor” and it was her response on the prompt ”Ivory” last month.”

tickling ivories
scintillating music sound
filling the inner soul

(c) Carol


Loved the imagery in this Haiku.Hope my attempts are not going to disappoint.


tears flow, I drown in sorrow
your memories hug my heart

tinkling laughter,merry eyes
mask the growing pain inside






Carpe Diem- Tan Renga challenge # XVIII

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Month #XVIII, Joanne’s “by the shallow pond”

At Carpe Diem,our host Kristjaan has set the bar high with a beautiful Tan Renga completion ,for this lovely Haiku by Joanne.

by the shallow pond
reflection drawing northern fowl
a warm sun shimmers

(c) Joanne

Inspired by Kristjaan,here are my two completions:-)

bent shoulders,dimming eye sight
signals a sad homecoming

who is that in the mirror
just the smile resembles me





Carpe Diem-Tan Renga challenge #XVII

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month #XVII, Jazzbumpa”s ” my little green lawn”

The haiku for this Tan Renga challenge is by Jazzbumpa,chosen by Kristjaan,our amazing host at Carpe Diem.


my little green lawn
dreams about the pampas grass
i dream of the stars
(c) Jazzbumpa
Here are my two attempts at completion of this Tan Renga:-)

of idle nights- on moonbeams
in my garden fairies sleep

morning dew on blades of grass
did the pixies weep last night?





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Friday, November 15, 2013

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Four–TrifeXXXtra

It is time for something eXXXtra at Trifecta this weekend-phew,am feeling all hot and embarrassed at my inexperience at writing this kind of stuff.Read for yourself what the challenge is-

And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day. 

We are asking for an open write this weekend–33 to 333 words of erotic writing.  No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.This year we are imposing one additional limitation: we are not accepting any entries that deal with sexual violence.  We want this to be a celebration of sensuality.  Posts that contain graphic violence will be immediately deleted from our collection.So, hop to it.  Get cracking.  Break out of your comfort zone.  Or, if this is your comfort zone, let us in. This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

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I debated and dilly dallied over this one for almost 48 hours before deciding to follow Trifecta’s directive-I mean,unless I step out of my comfort zone,I will never evolve as a writer,right?Who knows,I may even win(ha!ha!Day dreaming is good 😉 )So here are my 333 words of erotica,served timidly-please have a bite 😀


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His eyes ran over her hungrily as she entered the room. Her auburn hair framed her pixie like face. His skin tingled with anticipation as she walked over to the bar in her sexy red stilettos.

He inhaled her musky scent as she climbed on to the bar stool next to him. His breath caught in his throat as her short dress climbed up, his pupils dilating at the sight of her creamy thighs.

She did not look at him but her soft, warm hands came to rest on his .This simple act was enough to set him aflame. It took all his will power not to take her then and there.

With a seductive smile, she suddenly turned and kissed him full on the mouth. She tasted deliciously sweet. Before he could react, she took hold of his shirt and tore it off his body, the buttons flying. She pulled him by his tie and pushed him onto the bed, unbuckling his belt and relieving him of his trousers and briefs in one fluid motion. Shoes and socks followed.

As he lay on the bed, his arousal evident, she danced sensuously, dropping her clothes, one by one.

Climbing on to the bed she stood over him, gyrating, wearing only her red stilettos.  This made him go crazy. He lunged at her but she moved away.”Not yet, my Romeo,” she smiled mischievously.”The night is still young. Let’s play.”

And so they played. Soon, her sighs turned to moans when he used expert touches to wind her up, her taut body a beautiful instrument of love. In return her lips sang paeans to his rising passion, his ragged breathing, her reward. The kisses deepened, their desire scaling higher.

Slowly, the eagerness to drink deeply from this sea of love spilled over and their bodies fused- a single throbbing entity, strumming to the throes of love. When her molten core arched up in a crescendo of ecstasy, he joined her quickly, melting together in rupture.




Carpe Diem -Tan Renga #XV

Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge Month #XV, Lolly’s ”crossing the footbridge”

crossing the footbridge
a sound that comes unbidden …
my wild beating heart
(c) Lolly

 My completion-

standing still afraid to breathe
his lips on mine-dream lover




Carpe Diem-Distillation #5

Carpe Diem’s Distillation #5, Ezra Pound’s ”The River-Merchant’s Wife”

For this challenge we have to write a distilled haiku, senryu, tanka or kyoka inspired by the poem by Ezra Pound as given below-a tough challenge!


While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse,
You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums.
And we went on living in the village of Chokan:
Two small people, without dislike or suspicion.

At fourteen I married My Lord you.
I never laughed, being bashful.
Lowering my head, I looked at the wall.
Called to, a thousand times, I never looked back.

At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the lookout?

At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-en, by the river of swirling eddies,
And you have been gone five months.
The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.


You dragged your feet when you went out.
By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses,
Too deep to clear them away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fo-Sa.
I have attempted a Tanka for this distillation challenge.Not pleased with the result but then am still learning:-)

Autumn approaches
a young wife waiting,ages
fading memories
the pain of loneliness hurts
heart eager for reunion