Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:

My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.
~Cyrano

I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone.
~Cyrano

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame-
I need to fight whole armies alone;
I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms;
I feel too strong to war with mortals-
BRING ME GIANTS!
~Cyrano de Bergerac
Edmond Rostand

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Posted from the Grove:
Due to local festivities, this Thurs Word Games will be a briefer version of its more robust, extended self. There’s a little Irish in these veins that wants its own expression.

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A sonic hymn, primal, otherworldly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-SwJPWySY0

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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (03/17) is: tawdry, sneeze

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: relative and/or privilege

~MissMerry: Prewritten by MissMerry

Everything is relative they say,
all would be good
I think
if mine would go away…

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BarTalk: Corollary

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Impromptu: tube, critter

~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

Sliding silently down the silken slide to sleep
all in a dream
falling, flying
softly
fuzzy critters snuggle around your brain
wake
yawn
yes, I’m fine, thanks
close my eyes
Let’s go back to sleep

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 3

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