Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

The creative impulse comes from the dark side of the personality.
~Don Henley

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
~Edgar Allan Poe

We work in the dark – we do what we can – we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
~ Henry James

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Announcements:
The words for this week’s Prewritten are: impingement; persnickety.

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On the Glass Table:

BarTalk:  Nexus: A seasoned collection of stories, poems and essays.
http://www.wordgrove.com/nexus.html

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Greenie:  “A Petal At A Time” (qip)

I open myself
A petal at a time
Showing the world, and you
This heart of mine.
One petal shows the pain
Another, how I like sunshine
And walks in the rain.
Slowly I bloom
Open a little more.
You glimpse me here
On a distant shore.

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Prewritten (Feb 19): mayday; levelheaded.

Whitefeather:  “Special Weather Statement” (qip)

Brace yourselves… everyone is about to forget how to drive! Mayday, mayday, rush right out and get the milk, get the bread, get the water, get the toilet paper, it’s a winter apocalypse! Check on your neighbors; if you see an ice sculpture in your neighbor’s yard, make sure it’s not your neighbor! Microwave your underwear before putting them on and going outside. The amount of snow you may receive, depends on which side of the drift you live on.

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BarTalk:  “maestro’s lament” (qif)

cries of mayday cover the land
kneading clay wrecks the hands
blowing glass burns the lungs
paint fumes taint the brain
wrangling words bend the mind
give me a day job nine to five
a levelheaded paid job
drone in a hive

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Greymane: “Lies” (qif)

The nightmare threaded dreams-regretted deep into my vein
The level-headed lies embedded somewhere in my brain
Now it seems the pointless dreams I somehow left behind
were endless streams of silence screaming mayday in my mind
I’ll ride each tear from fear to fear upon a failing wind
and disappear when I get near the sins that I have sinned
A journey through each hell that knew the seasons of my soul
Too far and few between what’s true, I’m losing all control

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Piffin:  “Candy Cain” (qip)

How I revel when depressed
Unlevelheaded and undressed
‘Til I’m slipping and I’m sliding
Devil-bedded, lunar-blessed
I gave up my self-control
The same year I sold my soul
For a reckless rebel romance
And a lonely heart I stole
Some night I’ll face that payday
But for now it’s one more pray day
My contrition mere attrition
My novena more a mayday

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Impromptu (Feb 19): calcium; berserk.

Bartalk: Untitled (qif)

hunger frenzy mad berserk
teeth a great white shark
penguin ice sneak-attack
crunchy fur calcium snack
taste but don’t look back

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Greymane:  “Out of the Closet” (qif)

Calcium corsets of sinew and bone
The skeleton king sat alone on his throne
He called for his warriors, ancient and brave
Awakened from slumber they crawled from the grave

They promised allegiance for freedom from death
and he granted it laughing with each dying breath
Unleashing his army and dastardly plan
He sent them to gather the spirit of man

They marched into daylight and fell to the fire
of man’s disrespect of his own dark desire
The penance they paid drove them madly berserk
While the Devil sat silently watching his work

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Piffin: “Say Gamalost!” (qif)

Sven the bold berserker
Was no field duty shirker
Drenched in blood
He was a good warlord
Though frenzied and proficient
He was calcium deficient
Dentition terrifying more than sword
When not out frontline steppin’
He sheathed his other weapon
In shield-maiden and Valkyrie for miles
Though trophies filled his shelf, he
Lacked in Facebook selfie
The few he had were absent any smiles

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