Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
~Andre Gide

The position of the artist is humble. He is essentially a channel.
~Piet Mondrian

I think God has visited me.
~Georg Handel, on completing his oratorio, “Messiah”

EndQuote:
I think it’s possible to write something, for me to write something, that even God might like. […] Not as a soul seeking salvation, but just as entertainment for God. This may be blasphemous to say, but I believe it.
~J F Powers

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Posted from the Grove:
A quick reminder that this Thurs, the 1st of Jan, begins this year’s writing contest for the Wordgrove Prize. Club mail will go out that day with this year’s theme, but information on rules and guidelines are now available at:
http://www.wordgrove.com/contest.html

If there are questions after checking thru the page, please contact BarTalk ASAP with them. It will be best to get these answered early and this page updated. Your help with any questions you have will only make this contest better

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/17) @6pm PT/9 ET is: A paranormal experience in There

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Dharma_Darla: One And All (qip)

Suzy on the swing
feeling the merry in the virgin wind.
Wild coyotes and night time howlness
I lurk in the jungle in my sensual prowess.

~Greymane: Monochrome (qif)

The monochrome maiden got lost in herself
She kept all her colors in jars on a shelf
She’d load up her pallet and paint on her mood
and breathe the fresh air with her spirit renewed

Green was for wisdom and yellow for fear
Red for the anger and passions unclear
Purple confusion and lavendar love
Orange the warmth that would come from above

Blue for emotions that came in degrees
from cold hearted lonely to soft calming breeze
Black for the darkness and white for the light
they all danced together in dreams every night

Dreaming in color but living in Grey
she poured all her colors together one day
They blended together in one swirling mess
A rainbow of feelings she could not supress

She bathed in her rainbow a little bit torn
Awash in her feelings and newly reborn
Monochrome maiden now painted at last
her black and white thinking a thing of the past

Also: Descending

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Prewritten: Silence of Winter

~Dharma_Darla: The Silence of Winter
(ei*) More flight of fancy than winterscape, words stretched to the point of fantasy, stretched and toppled into the flat eight of infinity

~Greymane: Winter’s Silence (qif)
1.
Winter cried from deep inside the seasons of my soul
The Silence where I tried to hide was comfort winter stole
Whispers of another dream I thought I used to know
Lost in sleep that winter buries cold beneath the snow

2.
Lost in Silent White
Whispered cries of solitude
Winter’s icy breath

~Piffin: haiku

Day after Christmas
Curbside pile wrapping paper
Silence of winter

~BarTalk: A Winter Silence

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Impromptu: chanting, explosion

~Piffin: “Thrall” (qip)
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With lips wet and parted
You smile, half-hearted
Now, look what you’ve started
Through fire we swoon
With shackled precision
In midnight collision
My mantic romantic
In thrall to the moon

Greymane: Lost (qip)
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Fear of never finding light
hidden in my rage
Running from the endless night
cowered in my cage

~Dharma_Darla: Zen My Friend  (qif)

I still feel the will of the energy that we generated together. Kwanseumbosal chanting invoked the sweetest compassion to be active and present. Each hit of the moktak and syllable uttered fused with her pure essence creating an explosion that extended infinitely. I will always be drawn into the stillness of the sounds. Those that both settle and move simultaneously.

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*ei: editor’s impression

Be safe this holiday

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