3WW (CXLIII)

Dear Gentle Reader,

It's 3WW time, again.

Although I pulled the plug on blogging, for two months, just a few hours ago, I may stay current with 3WW, just because it usually makes me quite happy.

3WW I do just for me.

Current circumstances mean that not only will I not be posting much, besides 3WW, but, I know I will not be reading anything on the web until the end of October.

So, I apologize to all the fantastic 3WW (and other) posters--I will come visiting again in October when I can.

In the meantime, I consider this brain food, and my brain could use some, right about now.

This week (CXLIII) the words are glare, lustre, and threat.

Further, as usual, each haiku gets its very own American sentence title.

The roll call parade ground where boys, trained to kill, are sent to meet the same...

Men, mustered, blustered;

fear shone through their glaring eyes.

War's lustre dimmed fast.

Strutting onstage too old, too big, too out-of-rhythm; pole dancer fears...

The crowd glared, threatened

to boo, throw booze--the lustre

of young flesh had worn

She'd read too much Tolkien, that free spirit did not want the ring's burden...

His purchase... a threat,

that lustrous gold... servitude,

She glared, said no, left.

Tschuess,

Chris

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