Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

I don’t think people read poetry because they’re interested in the poet. I think they read poetry because they’re interested in themselves.
~Billy Collins

If you think of the story that you tell that’s your favorite personal story, or funny story, it doesn’t have flashy sentences. It doesn’t have too much detail. It just tells the story. That isn’t, for whatever reason, the way most people write books. But it seemed to me that there was no reason that it couldn’t be the way at least one person writes books. I’m going to stop writing the parts that people skim.
~James Patterson

Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.
~Alfred Hitchcock

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Posted from the Grove:

Prewritten for Thurs (01/17) 5 pm Pacific/8 Eastern is:
5-10 Suggestions for Prewritten & Impromptu
The usual two word format will be accepted, but ideas for new poetry/prose forms to try, themes to explore, etc. are encouraged

The Contest:
The red table with instructions for the writing contest isn’t out as promised, nor are the display tables out for early drops. Yet. Any reasonably superstitious sponsor of an event would consider the loss of its enabling instrument as an omen-bad juju-manifest warning, but the sponsor for the Wordgrove Prize is unreasonable in many ways and continues to soldier on. The tables will certainly be out for the 1/20 deadline. When partitions and virtual drives are mastered for the new computer, all will be well

@Writers Platform:  * previously reviewed
Glass Table:

~Piffin:
Christmas Limerick*
Piffin~Word Games~December*

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Prewritten: limerick, non-humorous

~Stejovis: serious limerick
Sunrise and light, despite the aches that come with rising, the dawn is better far than the darkening of night

~Piffin: limerick, non-humorous
Green grow the fronds in the garden of love, a found place of happiness where even the weeds are looked on with fondness

~BarTalk: Love Story

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Impromptu: inheritance, citadel

~Piffin: .Citadel.
The grand promise, the great vision leaves one bitter and abandoned at the end, blindfolded, alone against the wall; the grotesque irony of being sacrificed on the altar of ones own dream; and still, the dream

~BarTalk: Inheritance

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Writers in Residence:

~Frankynoob @Faith Re-Tree-it: The Real Bible
Scroll with link to website where one can search the holy book by: verse, topic, individual

~Aradriel @Etude: Her, Open
In contrast to the precise gleam of scalpel blades, the tubes after surgery that drain the bitter smelling poisons; then the keloid smiles and ribbons, the mark of scars that mar beloved flesh

~GaryBob @NutNut Fountain: Somehow I Knew
A poem that might have a night job as lyrics in a song; the excited voice that whispers ‘he’s the one’, is the same silent instinct that knows when it’s over

~Stejovis @Haiku Haven: 10 No-Nos for Haiku Writing
The horrified agony, the excruciation of watching a treasured art form being violated and repeatedly brutalized finally finds its voice and cries, ‘Enough!’ Tho guilty on several counts, this editor swallows hard and manages to croak, ‘poetic license’

~Greenie @I like the rain: One 2 One 2 Blues
Waves of blue that aren’t the blue of skies, sapphires or blue eyes, but the dark yearning blues, the midnight blue that cries

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