Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Later That Night - 3WW

Thom writes:
Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.

To link up with this week's Three Word Wednesday *click here*

This week's words:

Beat; Pressure; Substance

Later That Night

We sat on the beat
near the edge, on the seashore's
soggy log all in
line, accepting fog
and each other's smells and jokes,
a tribal pressure
we created there
from the substance of the thing
we dreamed of and sang.

August 15, 2012 3:06 AM


  1. the brevity and weight of this piece adds to the feeling of belonging..the haze and headiness of being amongst something good..jae

  2. this sent me into a '60's flashback! Tres cool piece....

  3. Enjoyed this so much, felt the mist and heard the song,,,

  4. This sent me down memory lane--back a year or forty. Great job.

  5. Nice mood and tone .
    I felt to cameraderie here.

  6. Those were the days, my friend/We thought they'd never end...

    You nailed it. I almost got a contact high! And yes, the images were wonderful, but the way those words rolled off my tongue as I spoke your poem aloud, simply divine. RIP Janis... Amy (funny thing; one of mine is on the Village scene in the 60s)

  7. You captured an era, even the way you broke the lines up was evocative. I felt a part of that beach.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

Get Your Own Visitor Map!