Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
~Haruki Murakami

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
~Charles William Eliot

Quiet people have the loudest minds.
~Stephen Hawking

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Posted from the Grove:

20 Thoughts So Deep Your Brain Will Drown
Puddles and ponds and the deep blue sea

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Piffin From The Platform:

~Lights: February Airs   (3:48)

~Stomper: Wishing Well (3:27)

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Prewritten for Thurs 04/26 (6:00pm PT/9 ET) is a picture:

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: “And then we…”

~Piffin: “Still Raining”

After we were done, I dressed quietly.

It was still raining outside.

From the bed, she asked, “What does she have that I don’t have?”

“Me,” I told her.

The cab honked outside.

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~Greymane: Turn Away

In kingdoms made of styrofoam we followed louder men
And then we found our way back home
And then we left again
From places that we thought we knew to places we can’t find
We stumbled on our wrinkled ways and then we fell behind
We gathered all the shiny things too precious to forgive
and swore we’d build a better place for everyone to live
We painted dreams on carrot sticks and dangled them ahead
and then we tied them to our past with ropes of tattered thread
In tangled webs of where we’ve been to who we are today
The spiral starts to slowly spin and then we turn away

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~thoreau: “And then we…”

And then we said, “Put ze candle beck!”
And then we had cinnamon rolls and iced tea, sitting on the pickup’s tailgate at the edge of the field
And then we rode the chairlift back up the mountain, dangling our snowshoes
And then we brought our newly-adopted cat out of the shelter, and tried to find space for her in the car packed full of our last few things
And then we agreed, “It’s an outrage!”, laughing
And then we listened to the dogs’ breath and the sled runners’ hiss, in the harshly cold moonlight
And then we took Russian nicknames, and tasted borscht
And then we learned you really should downshift on the long uphills
And then we said yet again, “We should live here!”
And then we woke early, to feed the calves from a bucket of warm formula
And then we descended the spiral staircase to the chamber of the Pattern
And then we consulted the floor whisperer
And then we sawed through the couch’s frame, and bent it to fit through the door of the basement apartment
And then we watched the weather radar’s hurricane track, just not from the same place
And then we witnessed two golden retrievers become a single roly-poly ball with eight legs, two tails, but no head
And then we put on a puppet show in the chemistry department

And then we planted three aspen trees

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~BarTalk: Chapters*

Synopsis

The dread stagnations
Inky pool of inertia when
Uninvited, love stampeded
Thru, unwelcome at first
And then we said goodbye
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It Began When

Bitter words when we met
Better as enemies and yet
Battered walls will fall
Breakfast in bed for two
And then we pledged, I do
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Question Settled

With worlds to explore
Wanting love, but more
Loving home/foreign shore
I chose…No, and then we
Chose and opened our door
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Memories

Hike the green of Iceland
Raft the mighty Amazon
Vacation in Belize and
Then we turn the TV off
Fluff pillows go to sleep
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After Words

Years aft love gone stale
Life on hold living hell
Chose better getting well
And then we, drifting on
Bid farewell each alone

*The tally poem derives from a voting board in There.com, and is comprised of a title window, with a body of 5 lines, 25 characters each

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Impromptu:  bloom, spar

~Piffin: “April”

Springtime in bloom
The sparring of the bees
Mother Nature’s loom
The pink of the trees
Running ‘round the room
Where are my keys?
Will the rain ever stop this month?

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~Greymane: The Wait of Promise

The princess paid a silent price in shadows in her room
She made a deal guaranteed upon her future bloom
She swore the kingdom never lie beneath the feet of men
She sparred with dreams from in between but let them win again
She begged the sky would not deny the biddings of the Sun
She played the victim once again in front of everyone
She danced her sordid pleasure on the shadow of her crown
and flew away before the weight of promise held her down

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~Matttt: BEE ON A BLOOM Still

This bee did land to drink but not to chew
He did not get permission, not from you
You cannot simply kill and fumigate
The bugs and speckt to get through heaven’s gate

For if you do you know your mortal soul
Will boil and roil inside the devil’s bowl
He’ll light you up like a great big fat bud
He’ll hack you up and spit you in the mud

I don’t suppose you’ll ever stop and think
The things we do to put us on the brink
It’s never going to serve us very well
If we ignore the dire division bell

This could be our last time we see this place
I wish I could survive without your face
So very few have seen your pantomime
At least I now know you; And that’s just fine

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thoreau: spar and bloom

in the japanese garden
two players sit on opposite sides of a go board
each stone placed is part of the game’s ongoing conversation
creating a complex and unique pattern

nearby, around the columbines
two hummingbirds hover and weave
seemingly at random
and nearly bump noses briefly

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~BarTalk: 5-7-5 x 2

sparring stags on stance
late snow, last bloom of winter
share the stage with spring
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blackened eye, red gash
bruises bloom a purple rose
sparring for a mate

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