Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
If triangles had a God, he would have three sides.
~Charles de Montesquieu

The gods of the valley are not the gods of the hills.
~Ethan Allen

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
~Edgar Allan Poe

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Posted in the Grove:
Before the magic ends, Wordgrove Nutters and other readers are encouraged to visit the Wordgrove Collective as established by GaryBob @There Fairgrounds. Check out Greenie’s Wordgrove Grotto to immerse in a distillation of beauty normally reserved for real life. The link below will deposit inquiring minds at the base of Library Outpost. Altho short pieces are available at different levels here, the best reading is to be found @Wordgrove at the Fair, GaryBob’s corner of the triangle:

~GaryBob: Camping Song \Sung to Col. Bogey’s March

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~noxy:  :
As quietly devastating as the title is terse

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~RollerDave: Three in the Seats
Hopeful Longings (Pts 1 & 2) ~ Poetry
Vignette 42B ~ A love story built around the feel and smell of moving parts. Bring bandages and a wrench set. A good story that feels real in the experience … and in good time for Valentine’s Day

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~BarTalk: comes a knock

Wordgrove @There’s Fairgrounds
Copy/paste in There browser to visit
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The Phobia Workshop: A little over 2 minutes of unmatched silliness … gets funnier with repeated viewings. Enjoy

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Prewritten for Word Games 02/04 6pm PT/9 ET:  tuckered, gumbo

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@Writers Platform
Glass Table:

~Stejovis: haiku

coal mission –
beneath the surface
daffodils

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~whitefeather: The six word story

HOPE; Reducing life into one word…

For me, my life just is

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~Stejovis: Six Word Story

Winning lottery ticket; for sale cheap.

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Prewritten: coal, mission or corridor

~MissMerry: untitled

Three drops of sacred oil fall into the scrying bowl.
Obsidian glass, coal black and full of light, full to the brim with purified water.
(blessing this with whispered prayers)
Concentric rings ripple after each drop falls, crossing one other, yet each keeps its own shape and purpose.
Oiled rainbow explosions spread as the sweet aroma of roses rises to fill the room.
Circles
Swirls
(whispered prayers)
Faces
Rooms
Storms
(am I worthy?)
Corridors
Dark
Memories
(will she speak?)
Light
Colors
(I know her!)
Dark fields of mist
(ask! Ask!)
The Giants Walk Again On The Earth
(my question is moot…)
These things we all know
and will not admit
Our time was waste
and all were merely born to die,
as the Gods return to reclaim energy
and the Earth.

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~Piffin: Eloquence

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~BarTalk: Game Show

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Impromptu: onerous, thistle

~Piffin: God Speed The Poor Rabbit

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~Greenie: untitled

Prickly head and dubious charms
an onerous chore to soothe wounded arms

Bristles a’plenty and colorful hues
painful results from paying your dues

Rainbow bright purples and leaves of green
such a pretty cost from thorns so mean

Rooted so deep and stubbornly thick
with blood bright red adding to ick

Patience brings delight and tasty treat
when gleaning the stalk gives something to eat

Thistles fill fields of meadows with cows
as summer storm rains bend to pretty bows

A spill of a song like a little ditty
of spring born calves suckling a titty

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~BarTalk: Ditty #8

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