Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted In The Grove:
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
~St Augustine

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
~Mark Twain

Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.
~Anita Desai

EndQuote:
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.
~David Mitchell

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Posted from the Grove

~Stephen King:  The Adverb Is Not Your Friend
https://mailchi.mp/delanceyplace.com/the-adverb-is-not-your-friend-32119-qabcw717x8?e

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~Studiocanoe: Wilderness   (4:55)
A poem at first, a soft Scottish burr attempts the capture of wilderness with words … then, just the poetry of wilderness itself
https://vimeo.com/190453307

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~Pegase:  Another World   (3:49)
Music, unspoken, the language was Eyes
https://vimeo.com/190347997

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 04/04:   treat, convoy

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@Writers Platform

~Greenie: Haiku Moon

The moon as a bowl
Filling the dark sky with stars
Beauty in the night

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Prewritten:   bud, cyclops

~BarTalk:
Each Other

T’was a cyclops by name of Calypso
Town drunk and a famously favorite dipso
Had as a chum his more famous friend
A bum mastering life as a yogi
Rolled bud into blunt but elegant cigars
Conestogas, his answer to stodgy old stogies
As one eyed the smoke his friend took a toke
Both happy in their addiction being broke

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Each Other #2

A cyclops high on primo pot
Drank a lot of fermented hops
Loved a moneyed one-eyed pyramid
Her perfect shape
The secret tunnel inside her hid
She was hot
But dollar bill’s not worth a lot

My true-love Doll, are you mine
With your ever-loving overseeing eye
Your rosy bud atop my prickled spine
Be my triangled four-sighted Valentine

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5-7-5 x 4

short sighted cyclops
one-sided view of bonding
buddy system fail
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Buddha beleaguered
how to psych lopsided minds
hammered by answers
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bud of an idea
cyclops eyesight echoes light
better’n memory
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no feel for romance
prefers a modest distance
cyclops budget love

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