Quoted in the Grove:
A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.
~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.
~Mark Twain
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.
~Elbert Hubbard
EndQuote:
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
~Elizabeth Bowen
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Posted from the Grove:
Theme for 2015 Wordgrove Prize: The Being from another Dimension
Voting for the 2015 Wordgrove Prize has completed
List of Entries: Silver Quill winners are starred (*)
Poetry:
~Wizardofoz: The Unknown
~Greymane: Asylum in A Minor *
~GaryBob: Once and Forever
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Prose:
~Wizardofoz: Strangers In The Night
~noxy: Long Distance Relationship
~Greymane: Silent Shadows *
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Multimedia:
Three are entered, with links below. One introduction is included; one includes poem but with graphics online; one is self-contained.
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~Piffin: The Resurrection Machine
The link furnished below will take you to The Resurrection Machine, a poetic narrative told in words and pictures. I hope you enjoy it.
WARNING: The Resurrection Machine details a dark, personal journey through loss, betrayal, sexual excess, and ultimately, redemption, and is intended for adult readers. As such, it contains themes and images of a decidedly adult nature. If this sort of art disagrees with you, please do not click the link below. Otherwise, dark as it is, may the journey be an enlightening one for you.
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~noxy: shadow
http://s2.postimg.org/63w7ymw4p/shadow.png
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~GaryBob: Mother’s Milk (qif)
https://www.dropbox.com/sc/8nt8yqs55oaeqhx/AADkjojSM0nQx8XcLXovvHJOa
Deep in distant jungle
Under ancient ruined stone
Waits a vigilant mother
Determined and alone
Silently she guards
Without break or rest
Hiding in the shadows
Guarding cherished nest
Elegant and tall
Her eyes filled with pride
Resolute and mute
Hiding fear inside
Hiding from the monsters
Out there beyond her hole
Wrapped around her eggs
Coiled around her soul
Watching.
Waiting.
Rustle.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hiss.
Crackling they come
Little serpents soon unfurled
Bursting from their eggs
From fractured womb to fractured world
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The winner of the 2015 Gold Torch award will be announced in next week’s Post & Review. Advisory: Ties are allowed under contest rules. Due to down-scaled interest for this year’s contest, there will be no formal awards presentation ceremony. A small ceremony at our 02/26 Thurs Word Games will be used for the presentations.
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Prewritten for Thurs (04/17) @6pm PT/9 ET is: levelheaded, mayday
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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops
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Prewritten: frigid, internship
~Greymane: Pilaf (qif)
He said turn your head, please cough
the patient near ripped his hand off
a failed internship
with a fingertip slip
so frigid it froze his pilaf
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~Piffin: “Igor A Go-Go” (qif)
Waiting on the lightning
Balancing the dials
Waiting on the lightning
Shaking up the vials
Nerves frazzling as tempers flare
And pressure gauges fall
This frigid pile of body parts
Has not once moved at all
I thought I’d be a celebrated
Doctor of the brain
This internship to Frankenstein
Is making me insane
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~BarTalk: briny yarn
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Impromptu: insincerity, dumpster
~Piffin: “Yonder Window Brakes”
Romeo, my Romeo
Why do you stir me so?
I’ve truths to learn before I wake
And many miles to go
Your voice beneath my window
‘Neath the trellis, raised with clarity
Are perfumed, though perfunctory
And ring with insincerity
I’d sooner rise to rain upon my pane
Sweet pitter pats
Or caterwauling of the mongrel
Dumpster alley cats
So Romeo, dear Romeo
Court someone else instead
Before my chamber pot
Finds a new home upon your head
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~Greymane: Solace (qif)
She passed between dreams with unrivaled dexterity
Splitting her seams with her own insincerity
Lost on the way to get back where she used to be
Sleeping in dumpsters she filled with eternity
Meeting with moments she bought with insanity
Forgiving herself with no lack of profanity
Searching for silence in buried serenity
Finding that solace is just an amenity
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~GaryBob: haiku
Insincere dumpsters
Ironic thieving bastards
I loathe all hipsters
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~BarTalk: Valentine’s Day
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