Quoted in the Grove:
Often undecided whether to desert a sinking ship for one that might not float, he would make up his mind to sit on the wharf for a day.
~Lord Beaverbrook
Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.
~Boris Pasternak
I really don’t think life is about the I-could-have-beens. Life is only about the I-tried-to-do. I don’t mind the failure, but I can’t imagine that I’d forgive myself if I didn’t try.
~Nikki Giovanni
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Posted to the Grove:
The season of sun and summer fun continues to leave Word Games lagging as an afterthought on Thursday evenings. Casualties have been heavy. This editor continues to find value in weekly writing exercises, and will show up for half an hour each week at the regular time. If no one shows, the week’s Impromptu and Prewritten prompts will be posted on the glass table.
Impromptus can be set aside for a future drop in such case. It is asked that time spent on impromptus be kept to around 30 minutes. No limit exists for prewritten assignments and can be dropped anytime.
If there is sufficient material for a newsletter, a clubmail with link to the complete edition of the Post & Review will be sent out. If there is interest in publishing one’s work, consider this an invitation to use Wordgrove as a help in finding your audience. Any work not corresponding to the week’s Impromptu or Prewritten prompts should be dropped on the glass table @Writers Platform.
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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (08/04) is: spindle, frail
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@Writers Platform: Glass Table
~Greenie:
Fingernail Moon
Fingernail moon
scrapes across the sky
shimmering through the leaves
as a breeze makes them sigh
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Never Truly
Rainbowed shadows of life
flickering pale images
winding walls within my mind
the only life they breathe
soft sighs and murmmering cries
the language of loneliness and loss
dreams that never die, yet
never, truly live
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Does
Does a Comet ever burn as bright
if there’s no one to see it soar through the night
Does the sun lose its brilliant heat
like two hearts whose love they never meet
Do the stars fade away and dim
like the passing of a frivolous whim
Do dreams burn away and end
if there’s no hope to carry them like wind
Does a lonely heart forever yearn
like solar flares that ever burn…
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Prewritten: lambent, mascot
~BarTalk: petting zoo, and not-a-ku
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Impromptu: scold, uncoil
~BarTalk: third degree burn, and not-a-ku
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