A Dish Served Cold – Trifecta challenge


She tried to grasp what he was saying but the words circled her head like cartoon birds, chirping incessantly.   She had lost track of how many times the conversation revolved around him and she continued to sip her wine.  She glanced casually around the restaurant looking for anything else to bring into the conversation but his words kept tumbling over themselves and boxing her ears with their abrasive nature.  She ordered another glass of wine.  He hadn’t even noticed and kept rambling.

His words slowly began to mutate.  She wasn’t sure if he was having trouble speaking or if the wine had dulled her senses to the point of not being able to distinguish syllables.  Regardless of the reason, she welcomed the new dulcet nature of his speech pattern and ordered another glass of wine.

The room seemed different somehow – like a special effect in a movie where only the centre of her vision was in focus and her peripheral was shrouded in shadows.  She thought she had heard him actually ask if she was okay but she could not form the words to respond.  He was suddenly beside her, placing his hand under her elbow and easing her out of the chair.  She wasn’t sure why but she felt compelled to oblige and stood beside him.  The world spun.

The last two things she would remember were the waitress giving her a smug look thinking that she drank too much and the feel of the cold metal barrel of the pistol burrowing into her rib cage.


Written for the Trifecta Challenge – And now, the weekly prompt.

GRASP (verb)
1: to take or seize eagerly

2: to clasp or embrace especially with the fingers or arms
  • 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.
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Our senses


We are a species of senses.  We rely on sight, touch, taste, sound and smell to allow our perceptions to travel to our brain where they are realized and understood.  And when we see something that we find pleasing to the eye we are immediately captured by the look of it.  Whether it be a piece of art, the car of your dreams, a stunning photograph or the look of another person, our brain reacts to the ocular stimulation and we become mesmerized by the vision.

More often than not we become so focused on the things that are evident to the naked eye that we forget to take into account the sense that our heart feels when it is equally captured by something.  It is simple to covet things we see –  a random object that catches our attention and we want so badly to have it for our very own.  But the things that catch your eye can be deceiving – they can change over time and ultimately hold none of the rapture that they once did.

The things that capture your heart are worth a million of the trinkets that once held your visual attention.  Life is about passion and harnessing that ebb and flow of energy that makes our hearts full.  By pursuing the things that truly capture your heart you are embracing the genuine happiness you feel when you follow that intense feeling.

Believe in that passion, whatever it may be, and know that the special things that capture your heart are well worth the effort to pursue.  We get one chance at this life.  Never forget that the five senses will create lasting memories but make this life the best you can by trusting your gut and following your true passions.

State of mind


I am in a very zen state right now.  I’ve just come back from having a Hot Stone Massage and the tension that used to ride shotgun on my shoulders has dissipated to nothingness.  Although the August temperature is a mere 15 degrees, my body feels warm and I can feel the blood coursing through my newly relaxed muscles.  I am gelatin.

I had a blog post in mind when I left my house but the words have just fallen away.   I have a writing deadline looming, but I cannot conjure the idioms that are required to complete the task.  And the most glorious thing is – at this precise moment I don’t care.  I want to bask in this feeling of nothingness.  I want to close the laptop and absorb the sounds of nature that soothe and enhance this suspension of reality.

The wine is poured, the windows are open and I am on a journey to seek nothing.

Vampire Woes – Trifecta Challenge


He didn’t know if he could perform his job with only one tooth.  He plunged into her throat and none of her life blood flowed.  This was going to be a long night.


Written for the weekend Trifecta challenge: 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.) – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.IQsRrVT2.dpuf

Not the cone!!


For any of you that have ever owned a pet, you are familiar with that hateful plastic cone they have to don as part of their wardrobe after a surgical procedure.  It’s a tragic piece of equipment and it’s as painful for us to watch them wearing it as it is for them to carry it around.  I just went through two weeks of it with my dog.

All too often, people seem to go through life with an invisible version of that very cone.  A compacted mass of concealed particles shrouds their peripheral vision. It keeps them so focused on only the tunnel they can see when the world is revolving around them out of their line of sight.


There are so many things that are missed because we refuse to look beyond our interpreted field of vision.  We forget to study the bigger picture.  So many things go unnoticed because we either refuse to look or hide in the cone that we have created for ourselves.

Pets do nothing but strive to find a way to release themselves from the cone.  They connect with furniture, drag it along walls and even fill it with dirt and mud outdoors trying to scrape it along the ground to release themselves from the binds of selective blindness.  Humans, on the opposite end of the spectrum, try to keep themselves bound in that discerning lack of vision and don’t want the freedom of external sight.

Take the blinders off!!  If you have to scrape your head along the pavement – lose the cone.  Let yourself see everything you are meant to see and learn from the lessons life has to offer. Look in all directions. Any decisions you need to make will be better served by having that entire field of knowledge at your fingertips, not just the portions that you choose to see within your cone.

A beautiful reminder


After spending my day off trying to catch up on all of the essential chores, the sky subtly reminded me to take the time to look around at the beauty that surrounds me.

This was the calm after the storm in the early hours of the morning.

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The dark storm-ridden sky gave way to the sunny day and the clouds lightened the mood.

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The sky on the opposing side of the compass competed in the composition challenge and dappled the sky with its own picture.

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The sky cleared in the early afternoon and left this single image.

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Winds churned and the clouds in the southern sky formed again, shrouding the sun behind their dense configuration.

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After a battle in the sky the collaboration was complete and the sky was a brilliant landscape of mottled grey and wisps of white, reminding me that amidst the chaos in my own life there is still beauty in every day.

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Heaven can wait – Trifecta Challenge


They collected where they knew they would find similar souls.  They were mere shadows of their former selves deciding whether to cross over or spend eternity lost among the living.  The gate beckoned.


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Written for the weekend Trifecta Challenge – This weekend we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the above photo.  Please remember to credit the photographer if you re-post this photo on your blog. – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.wjrkkdSw.dpuf

Once around the sun


“If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.”
― Michel de Montaigne

When I was thinking about writing this post I had no idea how I would begin but this quote made me think about how to write this in a whole different way.  Today is the one year anniversary of beginning my blogging journey on WordPress – my blogiversary.  Within the last 365 days I have certainly spoken in different ways and have come to see myself in very different ways.

Polysyllabic Profundities was born a year ago today.  In the 365 days that have preceded this post, I have watched it take its first tentative steps, pull itself up on furniture and crawl until it could walk.  It has developed a personality and challenged me on many levels.  It has drawn me into a circle of people who I am happy to call friends and it has allowed me to truly become myself again.

I feel a great freedom being able to express myself in the way I feel most comfortable.  Words soothe me.  For every emotion I have there is a plethora of words that will perfectly describe that feeling and I eagerly delve into the recesses of my brain, or my thesaurus, to find just the right one.   The sun sets each day, kissing the earth goodnight with its fading warmth and, as much pleasure as I get from seeing it, I feel more joy describing its descent into the blanket of the horizon with words.

As long as my imagination continues to wake me from my peaceful slumber, my words will continue to find their way to this page.  I am grateful for the ability to pontificate.  I am humbled by the responses I receive.  And I am blessed to have met so many wonderful people who I really do consider friends.  Thank you for spinning through this orbit with me and I look forward to being able to write something similar in another year.