Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
People work much in order to secure the future; I gave my mind much work and trouble, trying to secure the past.
~Isak Dinesen

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
~F Scott Fitzgerald

We must welcome the future, remembering that soon it will be the past; and we must respect the past, remembering that it was once all that was humanly possible.
~George Santayana

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Announcements:
Firstly, a belated, though no less earned, congratulations to TommyO and Noxy for successfully completing this years National Novel Writing Month challenge.  Way to go!

Due to Christmas falling on Thursday this year, this week’s Word Game Group will meet on Friday, December 26th at 9 PM EST.

The topic for this week’s Prewritten is: The Silence of Winter

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On the Glass Table:

BarTalk:
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Dharma_Darla: Three untitled poems. (qip)

I’m inside here like a demon’s soul
possessing someone else’s body.
The view gets distorted if I don’t
let the thought-dust settle.
Take a vacation from making.

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Prewritten (Dec 18): Write about image (http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/224/f/a/dark_angel_by_qiubi-d5asy1m.jpg).

BarTalk: “Dark Angel Rising” (qif)

Take heed, no exception
Some advice on complexion
On sex & putting a hex on
Your muscle & its flexion
Stand tall and erect, son

Greymane: Azariel (qip)

The dark angel stood on the edge of a cloud
While casting disruption and laughing out loud
The red eye of Taurus, a slave to Phul’s gold,
Pursues seven sisters too bright to behold

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Impromptu (Dec 18): crime scene, cross

Jessalee: Untitled (qip)

exit light, into the overwhelming darkness into lava holes once a glowing red down we go, and i became rather spineless famous detective, who would rather be in bed

Greymane: “White Cross” (qif)

A plain white cross beside the road, halfway into town
Someone puts one back each time the farmer takes it down
A crime scene thirteen years ago and every single year
Despite the farmer’s stern protest, a new shrine does appear

Greenie: “Paths Crossed” (qif)

The crime scene laid it all out.
Paths crossed.
Beautiful woman.
Luxurious penthouse.

All of the trappings of the rich and famous.

Stained.

The man.
Weeping.
Lost.

The wife.
Walking away.
Smoking gun, tossed into the river.

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