Wordgrove Post & Review

Quoted In The Grove:
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.
~Carl Sagan

Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.
~Albert Einstein

Perhaps imagination is only intelligence having fun.
~George Scialabra

EndQuote:
People who live entirely by the fertility of their imaginations are fascinating, brilliant and often charming, but they should be sat next to at dinner parties, not lived with.
~”Scottie” Fitzgerald (daughter of F Scott)

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Prewritten Exercise for Thurs 08/03:   lichen, phantasm

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Posted from the Grove

There is no triangle in this picture. The mind fills in non-existent lines (as writers do, to make a picture coherent), and not only sees the triangles as whole, but then a pyramid pops into sight, too.

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Mister Rogers Remixed:  Garden of Your Mind   (3:13)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFzXaFbxDcM&utm_source

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@Writers Platform

Glass Table:
Silence

I know in silence that there is love
and it will be good
I will play music
I will pray
Together we might forge something useful
I will discipline myself
to rise up and run along a peaceful pond
to find a path for me
Where I can hear gentle gestures of creatures
who know this earth and sky
I will run with grace this silent race
that meanders along a helical plane
I will allow the spiral stairs of life
to belay golden threads and secret passages
between our hearts
And breathe in the perfumed air of silent morning
awash in dewdrop and lavender
I know this is love and I will let it be so

~Kristina Foltz

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Prewritten:   staccato, herb

~BarTalk
Secret Spice

Rapid fire questions
Tactical war of words
Syllables like hot lead
Staccato Italian burst
All for name of an herb

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Before The After

Vern the Herbman with his knock at the door
With a product line leaves ’em dead on the floor
While Herb the Verbman with his stories galore
Leaves ’em laughing and crying begging for more

Staccatoing pings at the speed of machines
As bombs and bugs end the era of green
Thudding explosions backdrop stuttering rounds
An echoing scream as our final sound

Endless bodies war’s bottomless bin
From human beings to human been

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verb is the do word
Mary Jane’s the reggae herb
staccato be damned

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