Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted in the Grove:
There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
~Malcolm X

Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.
~George Bernard Shaw

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.
~Henry Ford

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Posted from the Grove

Favorites From The Platform:
~MuppetsHelen Reddy: Sing In the Sunshine   (3:23)

~Floyd, Dr Teeth & Zoot: New York State of Mind   (2:01)

~Muppets: Rainbow Connection   3:05)

 

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Prewritten for Thurs 06/28 (6:00pm PT/9 ET): torpedo, frolic

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten ~ theme:  summer killed winter

~Greymane: WinterKill

There’s places only Winter knows and holds against our souls
She freezes all the warmer things that Summer’s heat controls
She lets the Spring have ferny things but rushes Fall’s caress
Her shiny frozen promises have led to her success

She thought she was the Season Queen and all the rest should bow
Summer swore to Spring and Fall to take her out somehow
He met her in an Autumn storm and blazed on her intent
She battered him with endless rain until her tears were spent
She hid his warmth in thunder clouds and washed the land below
He dried the flood with Winter’s blood but let her tempest blow

He told her that they needed her to nourish needy man
She said she’d try but deep inside it wasn’t what she’d planned
Summer smiled and understood, she’d promise anything
He waited ’til her shift was done and killed her in the Spring

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~BarTalk: Torch Song

Hungers of a planet
Springboard to extinction
When summer killed winter
Fatal final fall of man
Or a chance to rethink

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Events   (5-7-5 x 4)

spring ends a whimper
predates a long fall from grace
winters of summer
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ducks, crawdad for friends
green summer days in the park
slay winter grey days
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plaque in nearby space
midst debris ex-planet Earth
Summer Killed Winter
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Elke Sommer’s knife
Found: Jonathan Winter’s back
His comedy killed

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Marathon

Some’re runners by nature
Race to win Turin’s prize
Down streets at full speed
Top gear flat out no fear
Like caged hamsters

 

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Impromptu:   melody

~Greymane:  Lost

What would you offer for trade of your heart?
A promise that no one believes?
A whisper that tears my whole world apart,
A treasure I found on my knees?
A moment above all the chaos below
to spend in my arms every night
A melody lost in the turbulent flow
of which writers who write often write?

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~Matttt: Melanie

It started off like this random pounding of chords on the keys. He really didn’t know what he was doing; But the more he did it, and experimented with different combinations of notes, the more he started to like it.

So, he kept at it. First he did it for hours. Later, he kept at it for days at a stretch. By the time he was able to sit for a full week, he started developing bed sores on his ass. But his chords were strong.

The girl next door would come home from work promptly everyday at 4. She would hum as she walked past his window. Later, he could hear her rattling dishes and clanging pots in her kitchen. He desperately wanted her to knock and ask about his playing. He knew she could hear it.

And then one day, the knock came. At first, he didn’t know what to do. He was in the middle of playing. And he didn’t usually or hardly ever stop. But he knew it was her. And this was the visit he had dreamed about.

So, awkwardly he forced his hands to stop… clattering out something discordant. Standing stiffly, stretching his legs, he could feel the blood flow back into them. Then he hobbled to the door.

She was beautiful! He had never really seen her before. He could hear her return, smell her perfume, and know that she was singing something. But she was a distant ghost before this moment. Now she was there, right there, standing in front of him. And his heart raced.

“Hello” he stumbled.

“Hello. I’m sorry to interrupt. My name is Melanie. I live next door. And I hear you playing everyday. So, I thought I would stop by and say hello.”

“Oh. Yes. Sorry. Am I bothering you?”

“No no! Your playing is beautiful. I like it.”

“Thank you. Would you like to come in?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to get back to my dinner. But I was wondering… Could I make a request?”

“Okay. Sure.”

“You see, I’ve been hearing you play each day for the past 2 thousand years… And I noticed that you only play chords. I was wondering… Have you ever thought of playing one note at a time?”

He was dumb struck. There was a strange buzzing in his ears and a strange butterfly sensation his stomach. Some hours later, the sun had set and he was standing alone at his door as it started to get cold. And he didn’t even remember her leaving.

After shutting the door, he made his way back to the keys… and tried to remember what she said…

Lifting his finger, he struck a note… It sounded odd, all alone. So, he tried another. But that sounded even more strange, especially coming after the first one. So, he tried a third… off…. And a fourth… No…

And so he continued, trying random notes, hoping for one that would follow the other just right.

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~BarTalk:  Concerto

Kettle drums of thunder
Raining notes in concert
Cacophony not harmony
Chaos not melody
Symphony of The Storm

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Verse II

Light show striking wonder
Riveting score of rain
Competition in concert
Instruments for harmony
Clash without a melody

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