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Lightning
Fri Dec 13, 2013 7:21 pm by queengoogoo
In the evening when the day is done
And no more is the light from the sun,
I look upon the stars Heaven high
And find gratefulness deep inside.
But then there are nights a storm rolls in,
And the twinkles disappear above the lightning.
The thunder accompanying the flash,
Lets me embrace the rain's splash.
These strikes pealing within the darkness
Makes me feel I have been blessed.
For there is …
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And no more is the light from the sun,
I look upon the stars Heaven high
And find gratefulness deep inside.
But then there are nights a storm rolls in,
And the twinkles disappear above the lightning.
The thunder accompanying the flash,
Lets me embrace the rain's splash.
These strikes pealing within the darkness
Makes me feel I have been blessed.
For there is …
[ Full reading ]
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Suggestions, Opinions?
Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:07 pm by cuthugas
Hey Everyone,
Just wanted to see if anyone has anything to say now that you've had a chance to use the forum a bit.
Is there anything you don't like? Something you would like to see changed? This site gives us a lot of flexbility to modify just about everything you see, so if you can't stand something, or have a suggestion on how something should look/work, let us know.
Just wanted to see if anyone has anything to say now that you've had a chance to use the forum a bit.
Is there anything you don't like? Something you would like to see changed? This site gives us a lot of flexbility to modify just about everything you see, so if you can't stand something, or have a suggestion on how something should look/work, let us know.
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New Forum Format
Fri Jan 07, 2011 12:46 am by Admin
Hello Everyone,
This is the new format for our WVW Writing Forum. The hope is that this will better facilitate the membership's need for interaction, and will also act as a centralized location for news and information about WVW upcoming events and news. Please feel free to start a conversation, ask for advice, or just voice your opinion about a topic. Please thoroughly read our rules and …
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This is the new format for our WVW Writing Forum. The hope is that this will better facilitate the membership's need for interaction, and will also act as a centralized location for news and information about WVW upcoming events and news. Please feel free to start a conversation, ask for advice, or just voice your opinion about a topic. Please thoroughly read our rules and …
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Everybody Wins
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Everybody Wins
Greetings people of the pen:
I've been gone for a weekend and no one has posted a new prompt-driven event in my absence. However, Granny Sue and Karen N. are prompting me (sorry, I couldn't resist) to do so. Okay, fine. I will oblige. This time.
Hold on a second. I'm shutting my eyes and formulating stream-of-consciousness writing "rules" for this event. Okay. I've got it. St. Patrick's Day is this week so I'm going to use that to inspire this week's guidelines.
Your piece--poem, prayer, promises, prose, or list--should include at least 17 words but no more than 317 words. It should include a shade of green and something or someone Irish in it. (Extra points if it's Guinness Stout--just kidding). This event will run from NOW (Sunday night--March 11, 2012) until next Sunday night (March 18, 2012) at midnight.
No voting allowed. Just warm and fuzzy writing ambience. Feel free to leave positive feedback for one another (as so many of you did last week). In addition, let us know at the end of your piece (in parentheses maybe) if you'd like to receive one sentence of constructive criticism such as, "I think this piece would be stronger if ___." This is TOTALLY optional. Just throwing it out there.
I've been gone for a weekend and no one has posted a new prompt-driven event in my absence. However, Granny Sue and Karen N. are prompting me (sorry, I couldn't resist) to do so. Okay, fine. I will oblige. This time.
Hold on a second. I'm shutting my eyes and formulating stream-of-consciousness writing "rules" for this event. Okay. I've got it. St. Patrick's Day is this week so I'm going to use that to inspire this week's guidelines.
Your piece--poem, prayer, promises, prose, or list--should include at least 17 words but no more than 317 words. It should include a shade of green and something or someone Irish in it. (Extra points if it's Guinness Stout--just kidding). This event will run from NOW (Sunday night--March 11, 2012) until next Sunday night (March 18, 2012) at midnight.
No voting allowed. Just warm and fuzzy writing ambience. Feel free to leave positive feedback for one another (as so many of you did last week). In addition, let us know at the end of your piece (in parentheses maybe) if you'd like to receive one sentence of constructive criticism such as, "I think this piece would be stronger if ___." This is TOTALLY optional. Just throwing it out there.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: Everybody Wins
Springtime in the
Mountains: An Etheree
First
Coltsfoot,
Spring beauties,
Waxy bloodroot;
Then lacy toothwort--
Soon after pink phlox,
Purple-fragrant larkspur,
Spicy hidden wild ginger,
Fire pinks blaze crimson against green,
White ash traces ghostly between trees.
Winter fades; nature renews; we rejoice.
Mountains: An Etheree
First
Coltsfoot,
Spring beauties,
Waxy bloodroot;
Then lacy toothwort--
Soon after pink phlox,
Purple-fragrant larkspur,
Spicy hidden wild ginger,
Fire pinks blaze crimson against green,
White ash traces ghostly between trees.
Winter fades; nature renews; we rejoice.
grannysu1- Posts : 4
Join date : 2012-03-01
Re: Everybody Wins
Celtic Spring Prayer
Winter's crane stretched seaward her wings this morning, swept east
by Brigid's joyous fire, kindling slow beneath the waning moon.
For wings in the east, thanks.
For fire kindling the Spring, thanks.
For sister moon over all, many thanks.
Cally Berry blushes the redbud awake, stirs the living gold and pearl
of forsythia and dogwood. Lightest breath of green sighs across the ridge.
For stirring silent life, joy.
For the opening window, sun-warmed sill, joy.
For brother sun over all, much joy.
For the quiet of the season past, we give thanks.
For plenty and warmth in the time of hunger, we remember with great joy.
For all that sun and moon, river and sky will bring to us this season, we open our arms and hearts.
Winter's crane stretched seaward her wings this morning, swept east
by Brigid's joyous fire, kindling slow beneath the waning moon.
For wings in the east, thanks.
For fire kindling the Spring, thanks.
For sister moon over all, many thanks.
Cally Berry blushes the redbud awake, stirs the living gold and pearl
of forsythia and dogwood. Lightest breath of green sighs across the ridge.
For stirring silent life, joy.
For the opening window, sun-warmed sill, joy.
For brother sun over all, much joy.
For the quiet of the season past, we give thanks.
For plenty and warmth in the time of hunger, we remember with great joy.
For all that sun and moon, river and sky will bring to us this season, we open our arms and hearts.
tseffers- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-04
Age : 58
Location : Shenandoah River, WV
Re: Everybody Wins
Diamonds and Butterflies
I once knew a house that had more character than any place I had ever seen.
Built in the 1700’s, the red-brick antebellum had been rescued in the nick of time.
Drafty and crumbling, its bones were solid, keeping all of its ghosts intact.
A daring couple saved it from the wrecking ball, and were heralded as heroes by the neighborhood..
Its soaring ceilings and heavy moldings gave it an air of sophistication.
But best of all were the double-hung, glass dining room doors.
At wall’s end they stood like tall diamond soldiers; cut-glass with magical filters.
Through their beveled prisms, rainbows came to dance and transform the room every afternoon.
Enthralled guests toasted the spectacle with their steins full of Guinness,
As the wall-dancing, flashing lights made their appearance every afternoon,
Like emerald, ruby and golden butterflies.
I once knew a house that had more character than any place I had ever seen.
Built in the 1700’s, the red-brick antebellum had been rescued in the nick of time.
Drafty and crumbling, its bones were solid, keeping all of its ghosts intact.
A daring couple saved it from the wrecking ball, and were heralded as heroes by the neighborhood..
Its soaring ceilings and heavy moldings gave it an air of sophistication.
But best of all were the double-hung, glass dining room doors.
At wall’s end they stood like tall diamond soldiers; cut-glass with magical filters.
Through their beveled prisms, rainbows came to dance and transform the room every afternoon.
Enthralled guests toasted the spectacle with their steins full of Guinness,
As the wall-dancing, flashing lights made their appearance every afternoon,
Like emerald, ruby and golden butterflies.
salou- Posts : 6
Join date : 2012-03-01
Location : Morgantown
Two for Tuseday: Glendalough and Thin Place
I'm posting two entries, the first of which I wrote last summer while standing in a cemetery at Glendalough (pronounced glenda lock), Ireland. The second, I wrote for this prompt.
Glendalough is the burial place of St. Kevin, an Irish saint. It is a mystical place, where the veil that separates heaven and earth is thin.
Glendalough
All around, the dead, they lay
In hillocks green, ‘neath mossy stone,
Unmarked, untold, forgotten now;
The trial, the strife, unmourned, unknown.
Interred here, the babe, the wife,
Sarah, Peg and Maryanne,
These least, they dwell among the best,
The ancient lords, the highest man,
Whose weathered crests, now ivy mocked,
Defeated stones on hummocks fall.
The honored place of weeds and green,
By nature claimed, is shared by all
In Glendalough, where servants lay
Aside of saints and lords and stones,
As all shall come to rest one day
Amid the ancient hills of home.
...and this, written for the prompt:
Thin Place
In the thin place,
in Glendalough,
between the fallen stones,
you propped your book
for a photo opp,
you posed beside
a tomb.
Then the rain fell hard;
its needles sharp
stitched you 'tween
there and here,
in the thin green place
where Kevin lay
beneath the sodden bier.
And the lightning hit,
and the curtain ripped,
and the book fell through the veil,
And your words were caught
By the hand of God,
in the mystical Irish soil.
Glendalough is the burial place of St. Kevin, an Irish saint. It is a mystical place, where the veil that separates heaven and earth is thin.
Glendalough
All around, the dead, they lay
In hillocks green, ‘neath mossy stone,
Unmarked, untold, forgotten now;
The trial, the strife, unmourned, unknown.
Interred here, the babe, the wife,
Sarah, Peg and Maryanne,
These least, they dwell among the best,
The ancient lords, the highest man,
Whose weathered crests, now ivy mocked,
Defeated stones on hummocks fall.
The honored place of weeds and green,
By nature claimed, is shared by all
In Glendalough, where servants lay
Aside of saints and lords and stones,
As all shall come to rest one day
Amid the ancient hills of home.
...and this, written for the prompt:
Thin Place
In the thin place,
in Glendalough,
between the fallen stones,
you propped your book
for a photo opp,
you posed beside
a tomb.
Then the rain fell hard;
its needles sharp
stitched you 'tween
there and here,
in the thin green place
where Kevin lay
beneath the sodden bier.
And the lightning hit,
and the curtain ripped,
and the book fell through the veil,
And your words were caught
By the hand of God,
in the mystical Irish soil.
Last edited by Karen Nowviskie on Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:15 pm; edited 1 time in total
Re: Everybody Wins
Ladies:
Wow! Really nice work, all of you. And Karen, you get my jealousy for being in Ireland within the last year. Very cool! Wish more people would chime in--either participating or commenting. This is good stuff!
Wow! Really nice work, all of you. And Karen, you get my jealousy for being in Ireland within the last year. Very cool! Wish more people would chime in--either participating or commenting. This is good stuff!
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: Everybody Wins
Where did my etheree comment go?
Here goes again:
I confess I had to look up "etheree", so seamless was your poem and so appropriate your images that I honestly did not note the form. That, dear Sue, is talent!
Here goes again:
I confess I had to look up "etheree", so seamless was your poem and so appropriate your images that I honestly did not note the form. That, dear Sue, is talent!
Re: Everybody Wins
Ya know, I was thinking something like that was going on. 1, 2, 3 . . . Very clever, Susa:)
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: Everybody Wins
I've been but it was ages ago. Did you visit the Guinness brewery? Man, oh, man. It sure tastes better over there. So rich and creamy it's like a beer milkshake!
Oh, and I loved the sheep with the wool that grew all the way to the ground.
Oh, and I loved the sheep with the wool that grew all the way to the ground.
writingdianet- Posts : 23
Join date : 2012-02-21
Re: Everybody Wins
There was so much that I loved. Maybe my favorite thing was climbing a dry (very high) waterfall to discover a mountain lake, complete with mountain goats at the top. The Guiness was something, but did you try the poteen? Whew!
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