A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. 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 comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.
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Not normally up early… but an errand awaits, so my observation this morning was:
pastoral
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Nice!
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Velvet Constraints
The stones lie still
and perhaps a little deeper
on the hillside cushioned
into the pale moss
I am like them
in their rootless rest
embedded in the hills
and held by soft restrains.
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Oh gosh, embedded “rootless rest” is wonderful. Love this!
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Thanks Misky and thanks for the terrific prompts
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My pleasure! x
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Oh, I agree with Misky – and this gives me the feeling that you and the stones are happy where you are
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For the most part. If I were closer to my grandkids I’d be completely satisfied.
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I hear ya – I have one close but the other little sweetie is miles and miles away
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Mine are on different continents from where I am…
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No way to get closer. Mine are scattered in three states… Alabama, Tenn, and Washington
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John and Gabi are having their first child next month. A girl. They’ll name her Luisa. I’m endlessly grateful for Skype and FaceTime.
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Yes, me too. My first granddaughter is almost three months. We haven’t seen her in person since her birth. But her parents do send lots of pictures and vids on the phone. Hopefully by the end of Feb we can go.
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Where are they?
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Dothan, Alabama. A ten hour drive for us.
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The flight to Bogota is 14 hours, so almost the same time. 😀
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Oh, and congratulations on the new grand
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Thanks, Debi. 🙂
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Love that “rootless rest.” SO much.
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I love this, Debi! ‘rootless rest/embedded in the hills’ – Lovely!
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+1 to “rootless rest”
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FIVE STONE-STILL POEMS
1
In the unblinking eye of the robin
perched in the sycamore,
all is still.
2
Bloodless lips twisting to a farewell smile,
a final expired breath,
a stone-still voyager.
3
Mountainside stones are still
despite the unrelenting winds of winter.
Only faith can move them.
4
Home-free, you will not tag me.
Tall hedges hide me and I hold my breath
and pretend myself stone-still.
5
Tell me now you love me
while this heart beats and welcomes
your kindness. Once stone-cold and still,
gone, it will be too late.
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I love the first one, but the last one is definitely words to live by, Sal.
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Love all five – especially 3 and 4 made me smile, it’s so hard to be stone still
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“pretend myself stone-still” is just wonderful.
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Love them all. If you press me I’d say my favs are 1, 2 and 5
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Wonderful, Sal! My picks are 1,2, and 5.
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All good!
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The unread green of winter’s garden, waits. Stony, cold as iron. Still, and often white.
❄️ #21 syllables.
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you have painted a perfect picture of a winter garden – and in just 21 syllables!
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Thank you!
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Love love LOVE “unread green,” like a garden is sitting still like a library, waiting to be read.
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unread green of winter’s garden…….. Oh that is beautiful
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I like the idea of an ‘unread green’. So promising.
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and +1 to “unread green” too!
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I’ve been playing around with paint lately
http://rhymeswithbug.com/2018/02/13/painted-rock
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That stone is gorgeous! Did you paint that little fox 🦊?
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Thanks – yes I did.
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Fantastic!
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Fun!
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https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/writing-in-dust/
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Hey, I’m here on the same day the prompt came out.
https://fredherring.wordpress.com/2018/02/13/for-twiglet-63/
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Love those trees sewn still. Be still my hands; I think I’m in stitches.
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Happy Twiglet Tuesday!
http://purplepeninportland.com/2018/02/14/stillness-of-stones/
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The first one really touched my heart. I saw a lot of this, stones placed on tombstones, in the old Jewish cemetery in Prague.
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Thank you, Misk. It reminded me that I haven’t placed a stone on my father’s grave in a while.
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Loved the “whirling wind” moving the stillness.
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Thanks, q!
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Is it still stoning out?
Those rough days of the year
when the sky is
so hard, so grey, so impervious
To the sun , that
the color of our eyes
turns to granite,
and the birds
sound like flint
from across the field
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Oh gosh! The birds sound like flint – now that’s just really perfection.
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Thanks!!!
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Mad applause here. Wonderful, really, wonderful
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My goodness. Thank you so, so much.
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With only hints of color…
Yes, winter persists!
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Yes, lol!
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I tightened it up a bit, appreciate if anyone wants to say which they like better, what I posted or the original in-line. Thanks! https://qbit.blog/2018/02/17/stone-still/
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