A twiglet is a short phrase. Its aim is to “prompt” 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.
[…] This little bit of tongue in cheek was written in 50 word increments utilizing the literary prompt, “It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.” – The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde. As supplied by Kristian on 50 Word Thursdays, and the phrase ‘dry as the moon’ provided by Misky on her site, Twiglet’s. […]
[…] (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to foliage (red leaves (momiji)). Twiglet 147 dry as the moon Image […]
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Triple prompt renga: High and Dry
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[…] Twiglet #147: Dry as the Moon […]
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Parched
She drinks a dry martini
gazes at the moon
thinks of how love
is nothing but dust
and it makes her thirsty
gazing at the moon…
orders another martini
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In those circumstances, I’d probably consider doing the same. 😂
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Well, I guess we both have martinis on the brain! Good one, Debi!
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Great minds… 😉
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Thank you for this lovely Twiglet Misky, our contribution for this week is here: https://whippetwisdom.com/2019/10/08/haiku-sentient-sea/
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[…] This little bit of tongue in cheek was written in 50 word increments utilizing the literary prompt, “It is quite true that his life had been very evil, but, upon the other hand, he was most conscientious in all things connected with the supernatural.” – The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde. As supplied by Kristian on 50 Word Thursdays, and the phrase ‘dry as the moon’ provided by Misky on her site, Twiglet’s. […]
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I just couldn’t help myself. Thanks again, Misky for the wonderful prompts.
https://violetslentz.home.blog/2019/10/08/revelation/
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My brain’s still on vacation
Alas
If the sky opened up
to rain on the moon,
what sort of mess would that be?
Would it transform the dust
to moon-mud, or slush,
or would it collect in the seas?
That’s a silly question, you say,
a rank impossibility.
The cloudless lunar heaven lacks
the rainmaking faculty.
But you’re wrong, and what’s missing
in in you: not heaven or me.
The moon is, like, a metaphor.
You know: in poetry.
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“moon-mud or slush” – great image there, Barbara. Love the rhyming in this.
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Love this, b.
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wishing everyone peace from LA
https://wordslessspoken781842219.blog/2019/10/08/civics/
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A belated Good Evening!
http://purplepeninportland.com/2019/10/09/dry-as-the-moon/
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LOL! Poor ol’ Santa
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[…] .. Written for Poetic Asides and twiglet #147. […]
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Thanks for the inspiration, Misky.
https://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2019/10/09/dry-spell/
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Love “bodies of water and bone”
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