A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. 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.
No one drove truckloads of smoothed, khaki-colored stone
from a yard of tumbling round-rock hills to a crude
graded track, opened the dump gate, rolled out a road.
Those tan, eroded gravels had been there all along,
waiting to be uncovered again, feel the August sun
and hard rainfall directly for the first time since
an epoch before man drafted months and roads emerged,
and solitary cars came along to kick dust into the air
where it would hang above honeysuckle, blackberry,
butterfly weed–a white bloom.
There was a gravel road to my grandparent’s house. When I was a teenager I’d drive too fast down that road just for the sheer joy of “kick(ing) dust into the air where it would hang above honeysuckle, blackberry, butterfly weed–a white bloom.” I still see those plumes of white dust rolling in my mind’s rear view mirror.
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When electrical stuff burns… it poofs white… Though I didn’t directly see it and I’m only guessing for:
makin’ me wait…
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Blooming White
No one drove truckloads of smoothed, khaki-colored stone
from a yard of tumbling round-rock hills to a crude
graded track, opened the dump gate, rolled out a road.
Those tan, eroded gravels had been there all along,
waiting to be uncovered again, feel the August sun
and hard rainfall directly for the first time since
an epoch before man drafted months and roads emerged,
and solitary cars came along to kick dust into the air
where it would hang above honeysuckle, blackberry,
butterfly weed–a white bloom.
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No comma after man.
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Fixed
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There was a gravel road to my grandparent’s house. When I was a teenager I’d drive too fast down that road just for the sheer joy of “kick(ing) dust into the air where it would hang above honeysuckle, blackberry, butterfly weed–a white bloom.” I still see those plumes of white dust rolling in my mind’s rear view mirror.
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Hi from sweat-soaked NY!
http://purplepeninportland.com/2020/08/12/blooming-white/
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[…] Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020 Image WikiArt Air Usage […]
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Here’s mine.
https://foundlines.wordpress.com/2020/08/12/im-a-speck-on-the-lake/
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https://poetrybydebi.wordpress.com/2020/08/12/fire-and-ice/
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https://christinebialczak.com/2020/08/12/twiglet-189/
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[…] Twiglet #189: Blooming White […]
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Thank you for this lovely Twiglet Misky, our contribution for this week is here: https://whippetwisdom.com/2020/08/13/tanka-wild-blooms/
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Such a delight to read.
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Thank you kindly Misky 🧡
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Great prompt!! Easy to write to 🙂 https://cobbledcontemplations.com/2020/08/21/blooming-white-hasonnet-twiglet/
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Glad you found it useful. I left a comment on your blog.
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Thank you 🙂
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