A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.
The Twiglets 
Under the shade of the tall oak, Mary Belle and I drink Mint Julep.
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I’ve never had a mint julep. Wonder if they are all they’re cracked up to be?
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Nor have I. Maybe one day.
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They are yummy!
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Ill have to try one.
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[…] for twiglet 30: a cool verandah; also shared imaginary garden with real toads, tuesday […]
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July nights my Rebel ancestors come back to rock themselves war-free.
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Both your twiglets are nicely done — especially like the image of rebel ancestors rocking themselves war-free.
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Great.
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Perfect twiglet for the weather forecast for this week — hot, muggy, and stormy. A cool verandah a wonderous place to be:
https://in25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com/2017/06/27/twiglet-30-oasis/
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“sweated, / swayed, and swore”. Yep. That’s the subway. Nice way to punctuate/puncture the vision….
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Thanks — nothing like a subway ride to make you dream of cool verandahs and mixed drinks.
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So glad that I don’t commute anymore!
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Out on the deck, feeling a light breeze,
I’m joined by Wallace Stevens.
We read together:
“The tomb in Palestine
Is not the porch of spirits lingering.”
I give that some thought,
given the circumstance.
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I like the looping element of this. Very nice.
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Ah, thank you!
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I really like this. Spending time with Wallace Stevens and mulling over poetry. Heavenly
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Thank you, I agree!
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You are in good company!
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Hahaha! Yes!
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Our reunions crowded on the veranda now crowd in the graveyard.
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My favourite, Sal.
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Makes me think of my Grandmother. She was the youngest of ten kids… now they are all reunioning
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A sad fact of life. Wi dear full poem, Sal.
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Sorry for word garbling. I am making do with other computers for awhile. Love this poem.
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This place to reminisce about the old days still projects laughter and wailing.
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Veranda: rehearsal setting for peaceful afterlife.
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Back home…some chores, like laundry and more mowing – but I hope to read some entries here today.
A bit of a BoTS (based on a true story) this morning:
En Garde, Passe’
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Pity that she was such a grump.
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https://fmeoformyeyesonly.wordpress.com/2017/06/28/verandah-memories/
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Maybe a bit of mozzie netting or a spray of “Off”, too.
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What a lovely thought this is!
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