Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
Dalai Llama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity, said: “ Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
~William Saroyan

It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.
~Terry Pratchett

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Posted in the Grove:

The Six Word Story   (Glass Table)

“Baby shoes for sale, never used.”

Of all his writings, these six words were supposedly the ones that Ernest Hemingway was proudest of writing. Six words to tell a story. This exercise is your invitation to excite the imagination of Wordgrove readers with a six word story. It can take the form of a want ad, a headline, a punchline, a facebook post or whatever source provides the dramatic kick wanted here. Please forward your Six Word Story to BarTalk to be included in this Blue Script collection, or drop on the Glass Table.

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This editor is delighted to announce the return of Daisy (Daisy253 officially), from the wilderness of all-consuming motherhood. From wilderness to hinterlands, look for her Daisy Field at the far southwest corner of Wordgrove. 

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Prewritten for Word Games 01/28 6pm PT/9 ET: coal, mission

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Stejovis: haiku riffs on this week’s Prewritten

bright sun rises
to control the day
moon lingers

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bright full moon
fills the winter sky –
I lose control

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control –
one bright cloud
in a grey sky

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bright sun on the water –
captain controls the ship
with eyes closed

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changing the guard –
a bright young man
takes control

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bright snow –
the dogs on the track
lose control

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each stone sparkles
on a tray of bright rubies –
breath control

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Prewritten: bright, control

~Piffin: “Control”

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~BarTalk: Colgate Smiles

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Impromptu: starch, bashful

~MissMerry: untitled

Death lingers, hovers close
A wallflower at the dance
bashful as a smitten teen
staring, blushing, brushing close
then retreating to the punch
without the starch to ask
for the next waltz

But, You’re the MAN…
“D” letter jacket proud
and everyone knows your crush
so she stands alone
corsage wilting
wishing she’d stayed at home

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BarTalk: old pro speaks

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