Twiglet #203

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rephrase it

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.

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26 thoughts on “Twiglet #203”

  1. (Ah, Sorry, not really a twiglet is it? You’re getting the whole damn forest.)

    “It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down….”
    ― Kate Morton, The House at Riverton

    Let Me Rephrase That

    That little girl sitting on the ground
    near the wood piled for winter warmth,
    the one where she is hugging a mutt
    that belonged to the neighbor next door…
    if you look closely you notice she is in
    play clothes, a jacket against the chill,
    and black patent-leather shoes rimmed
    with white laced-edged socks.
    She’s a tow-head, blue-eyed child with
    (Look at all the hyphens between words
    what a tenuous link of connection.)
    a shy, unassuming smile, as though
    unaware of the camera and life
    and what it will become. The events
    soon to reshape her existence. The
    events that will reshape her world-
    view. That child is unformed. Will
    fade with time like the process of
    fading photographs. Losing gravity
    till the picture, the memory, the girl
    fades from the world like color
    draining from a rose petal, browning,
    crinkling, down to dust that blows
    away into the ether, into the sky,
    becoming once again the twinkle
    of a collapsing star or a black hole.

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    2. Debi – your verse is so apropos for a moment of my time this day… Twice today, just moments ago though an ambulance came to take our neighbor to the hospital. The first time he refused. This time he was told he didn’t have a choice. He had fallen again in his home (third time in about less than two weeks), had even attempted to press his alert button which finally worked. Within just a month vibrancy has become a faded word. But it really has been a slow tarnish for several months. We as his friends can only hope that when (if) he comes home he’ll hire the help he needs to remain in his home. Because he can really no longer care for himself…

      What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?
      The answer is a human. 4 legs in the morning is a baby crawling, 2 legs in the afternoon is an older child or adult that walks using just its legs, and 3 legs in the evening is an elderly person who uses a walking stick to help his/her walking.

      I can place myself in the person of that little girl…

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      1. Ah, thanks Jules. I’m so sorry for you friend. My mom told me this afternoon that she walked for about an hour trying to find her car in the Walmart parking lot. Finally a woman stopped and help her find it. She has a phone but didn’t even think about calling me for help. It is coming fast, the time that she is not going to be able to do for herself and it ain’t gonna be pretty, She is so independent.

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        1. My Step Mom… has been in ‘that’ place for many years now. But we know she is ‘safe’. Our neighbor however was doing fairly well until about three months ago…

          No it isn’t pretty. Harder when as just a friend you have no say in the matter and have to push for care. We just don’t have the answers and he refused to believe he needs assistance. And if he wants to stay in his home he is going to need 24/7 care. We can’t even find out how he’s doing as we aren’t family – nor at this time can we even visit.

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  2. it’s cloudy. the wind has come up. it’s a bit cold. there may be a storm later.
    ……
    a storm? pending the velocity of the wind. thin grey fleece covers the blue above sufficiently. I find mother’s old jersey, the one with the frayed collar.

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  7. There is no way to
    rephrase
    or even paraphrase
    Dubuque –

    it stands stolid,
    unshakable and irreducible,
    trenchant in its opposition
    to the Mississippi’s wending ways.

    It is the flat
    in flatland,
    and the straight
    in narrow.

    Ah Dubuque
    what do we know of ye?
    What are your sorrows?
    Why do you silently keen?

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  8. It is the flat
    in flatland,
    and the straight
    in narrow…. like that a lot and those all important questions at the end. (Those last lines remind me of the book “Cold Comfort Farm” maybe just the vernacular but still – Have you read it?)

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      1. Look it up. It may not be your cup of tea but I loved it. It was written in 1932 and is a parody of the romanticized rural novels popular at that time. It is quite funny. I think it was made into a movie but haven’t seen it.

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