Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
If someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists.
~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground.
~Buddha

I like reality. It tastes like bread.
~Jean Anouilh

End Quote by ~Oscar Wilde
When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?

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Posted from the Grove:
Piffin continues to mend, slowly. Some days are better than others (so unusual in medicine); she’s waiting for her strength to return. She’s receiving the very best care that love can provide. We continue to be grateful

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A brief personal announcement:
Wordgrove uses WordPress.com to host the WG Post & Review, the club’s newsletter you are currently reading. WordPress recently began a new series called, Longreads, with a length requirement of 1500+ words. I recently completed an exercise from Word Games that meets this minimum with an epilogue added. I like it, and now want to see if the story has legs. Does it have a place in the real world?

It’s posted in the blog, from: The Wordgrove Files. If interested in helping move it along, or just curious, the title is: comes a knock
http://wordgrovefiles.wordpress.com

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Somebody picked up an ear worm before Thurs’ Word Game, brought it to Writers Platform and promptly infected everyone. It’s a catchy tune, but other images from the song seemed to resonate more; memories and wished-for-memories-that-never-happened, something more than nostalgia. Now it’s your turn. This is no piercing view thru a telescope or a microscope; this is love seen thru a kaleidoscope

Afternoon Delight by: Starland Vocal Band
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpGRdX5sUAs

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/17) @6pm PT/9 ET is: steel, sunset

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table: No new drops

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Prewritten: broom, teabag

~Greymane: Voices
There’s something behind the voices, something more than the fears, the musings and cravings, the paid-up residents in his head; a battle for supremacy, oneself against the babble; shunned for their garbled wisdom, the voices go quiet instead

~BarTalk: duck, duck, goose

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Impromptu: haiku on crickets

~Piffin: haiku (quoted in full)

Crickets; window screens
Beads of sweat in candlelight
Safe word forgotten

~Greymane: haiku (qif)

Long hot nights
Lonely creatures beckon
Summer’s song

~Jessalee: haiku (qif)

small bug chirping loud
i move closer to his song
and then he’s silent

~BarTalk: haiku

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Writers in Residence

~Greymane: Darker Than Dreams
Despair and lost hope have a remedy when the fight goes on too long; the die is cast, only the outcome in question; which world will she wake to come the dawn

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