Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
The juvenile sea squirt wanders through the sea searching for a suitable rock or hunk of coral to cling to and make its home for life. For this task, it has a rudimentary nervous system. When it finds its spot and takes root, it doesn’t need its brain anymore, so it eats it. It’s rather like getting tenure.
~Daniel Dennett

If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
~Rene Descartes

I had a dollar. I met a man with a dollar. We exchanged dollars, and when we parted we each still had only a dollar.

I had an idea. I met a man with an idea. We exchanged ideas, and when we parted we each had two ideas.
~Anon.

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Posted from the Grove:

Quiz: Are You Too Sensitive?
Highly Sensitive People (HSP) Test
http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/am-i-too-sensitive-highly-sensitive-person-quiz_2?ncid

16 Habits of HSP
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/26/highly-sensitive-people-signs-habits_n_4810794.html?utm_medium

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Picks From the Platform:

~Lights: Giants   (4:01)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wljx0Cz9-c

~Katy Perry: Roar   (4:29)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CevxZvSJLk8

~Helen Reddy: I Am Woman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6fHTyVmYp4&pbjreload=10

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Prewritten for Thurs 03/22 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) A theme: damaged goods

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: shoreline

~Greymane: Shore Enough

Miles from the nearest shore
I’m too far out to sea
I set adrift the carnivore that lives inside of me
I rode the waves to silent graves of sailors gone before
The pain the razor rain engraves I’ll never answer for

Awash beyond the briny deep
The wicked never learn
The shoreline falling fast asleep awaiting my return
A captive of the greedy wind that came and took the rain
The tempest gathered all my sins to feed my hurricane

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~BarTalk: summer silly

moonshine under moonlight
long days of nighttime
rising tides and hemlines
summer here, summer gone
end of season shoreline

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5-7-5 x 5

headlights out, run blind
follow shoreline to escape
guns at the border

shoreline in springtime
winter’s death after the fall
coasts into summer

craggy rock faced cliffs
seagull soars, scopes a shoreline
sandwich on a plate

bare brown buns, toasting
shore lined with skin, sun basted
summer day beachside

days numbered, time thins
across sleep’s frontier shoreline
over green waters

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