I am a maggot.
A poet in larval stage.
A caterpillar in waiting.
A snail.
I secrete invisible shells.
My triumph is my abalone solitude
With its polished and glistening opalescence
And this little spot
Way at the back
Where dinginess prevails.
Sometimes, I stay here too long
Eating composted memories
Digesting them into alphabet tracks
That drop from my caterpillar ass.
I can see you peering in through the cracks,
Deciphering my dark ideas.
Stop noticing my dirt.
Notice instead that
Words ride in triumph over emptiness.
Brenda Warren 2012
Trifecta honored my writing with a second place win, advancing me into a final round of writing this weekend. The prompt for the final round of this Trifecta Challenge is to use the third definition of triumph in a piece that is between 33 and 333 words.
TRIUMPH (noun)
1: a ceremony attending the entering of Rome by a general who had won a decisive victory over a foreign enemy — compare ovation 1
2: the joy or exultation of victory or success
3 a : a victory or conquest by or as if by military force
b : a notable success
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“Digesting them into alphabet tracks
That drop from my caterpillar ass.”
That is just awesome!
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digesting those alphabet tracks “that fall from my caterpillar ass”……..what a cracking line! It’s easy to conclude why you’re on winning form! Congrats….!
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Congrats on your round one win! I’m not going to try to figure out your dark ideas, but I do appreciate the triumph of your words 🙂
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Thank you, Janna. I appreciate your comments.
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‘Stop noticing my dirt.
Notice instead that
Words ride in triumph over emptiness’- loved this. clever and funny- good work!
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This is just terrific. Wonderful. Serious and fun at once – very cleverly played. k.
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Congrats! My favorite line is “A poet in larval stage.” This is a really great spin on the prompt!
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Thank you for the congrats…I like that line, too.
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Love this poem and your creative style.
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Thank you Benjamin, I’m appreciating your words, too.
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LOL … This is hilarious. I’m thrilled to see a poem begin with “I am a maggot.” Excellent.
I love this:
“My triumph is my abalone solitude
With its polished and glistening opalescence”
And this:
“Stop noticing my dirt.”
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I love your zany triumph. Congratulations on the Trifecta success.
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Thank you, Viv! Your comment makes me happy.
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Oh, I love this. Its so true! And so irreverent! and it flows like honey.
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What a wonderful piece!
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Very interesting use of the prompt. I liked it!
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