Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?
~Kristin Davis

I’m a superhero in disguise as a ne’er-do-well cad.
~Billy Zane

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.
~Samuel Lover

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Posted from the Grove:

From the Platform:

A good friend’s father passed today. Because, of all living creatures, only muppets have more heart than humans, they’ve been asked to help say … good night

~Andrea Bocelli: Lullabye To Elmo   (3:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BDVvB7Xx1w

~Linda Ronstadt w/ Kermit: When I Grow Too Old to Dream   (3:24)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQaeg582kRQ

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10 Fascinating Facts About the Thesaurus
http://mentalfloss.com/article/90809/10-fascinating-facts-about-thesaurus

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Editor’s mea culpa: Last week’s poem, “no credit card required” was incorrectly attributed to Piffin. The author was, in fact, thoreau.

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/08 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): bug light

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Prewritten: spring, loop

~Greymane: Over Seasoned

Frozen dreams like fallen leaves that sleep beneath the snow
Darker days of silent ease when Winter won’t let go
Spring awakens what it needs repeating evermore
Autumn sleeps ’til Summer sheds the changes that it wore

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~thoreau: poem: what did I miss

Deep in a mountainside forest, at one bank of a wild, snowmelt-swollen stream, there is a large boulder that shelters behind itself a calm side pool, where the roar of the nearby rapids is muted by the mass of the rock. One of last year’s fallen leaves lies on the ground at the edge of the pool, half in the water. Disturbed by a slight ripple, it falls fully onto the water and begins to drift slowly in the shallow pool’s weak current. The leaf floats around the pool, sometimes near the center but usually closer to the edge, while also spinning slowly, and it trembles slightly each time it passes near the turbulent edge of the main stream. The leaf continues to circle the pool slowly, under the dappled morning light. A few times it nearly becomes grounded again. Once, it touches another leaf lying at the edge of the pool. The two cling together only briefly, then separate before the second can be pulled into the water. Seventy nine times the leaf loops slowly around the pool, as the morning becomes afternoon. Just as the leaf passes close to the main stream for the eightieth time, a small sudden wave pulls it out of the pool and it swiftly disappears into the rapids downstream, moments before a hiker walking up the stream-side trail passes by and glances briefly at the pool without stopping.

— or in haiku form —

quiet pool by a loud stream –
what did I miss,
just before I looked?

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~BarTalk: Mobius

Morning light landscape
Sunset accented clouds
Lo, the loop of cycles
The buds of springtime
Eternity’s uptick returns

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recipes

starshine makes ya lonely
moonrise makes ya loony
moonshine makes ya loopy
springtime makes ya horny
love can make poems rhyme

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spring launched plastic planes
acrobatic loop the loops
practice drone attacks

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swallows loop the sky
sprigs of lavender in spring
herald the season

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Impromptu: rain

~Piffin: “Gown of Rain”

Standing with your memories as rain falls down
Wearing your indifference like a wedding gown
Subtle locomotion shifts you to and fro
But your feet stay planted with no place to go
Remembering a yesteryear that seemed so bright
When everything was possible on Friday night
You once had the audacity to feel no pain
Now all you have is solitude
A gown of rain
Indifference and sorrow
And this gown of rain

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~Greymane: RAIN

Clouds of thunder whisper wet
I huddled quiet in my chains
The tempest stole my last regret
and blamed it on the rains
I promised I’d come back for her
before the storm had passed
Forgetting who we thought we were
like tears on window glass

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~thoreau: rain

The sun-loving puppy
sits at the open door looking out
at the backyard,
the falling rain,
and her wet toys lying in puddles.
She needs to go out at some point,
but not yet, not yet.
She looks up and asks with her eyes,
“Can I have my treat now anyway?”
“Of course” I say, close the door,
and we both go back to the couch.

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5

snow crowns the mountains
winds and rain rule the foothills
floods reign the valley

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