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Twiglet #248
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[…] Twiglet 248 things were feral – I have used a synonym for feral – savage, in the title of my Lanturne poem. Imprompt; Quickly Oct.12 Toot-toot. Write about a horn…. Word Crafte Weekly 247 synonyms only: Twilight ; end Hue; tone […]
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Can emotions be ‘feral’… maybe; savage grief?
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[…] Tuesday Twiglet #248 ~ things were feral ~ […]
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Usta…but no more
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I love this!
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I’m remodeling, switching websites around, etc.
Result of a Conversation About Kant
In the beginning was the word
and the word was with god
and the word was god.
Things were feral then.
God in the beginning
had no pen to write the word,
to keep the word from wriggling,
struggling to be itself unorthodoxly.
On nights with a full moon, the word
would howl consonants and vowels
into the abyss, and on rainy afternoons
it would babble in the downspout.
What god must have gone through!
Alone with nothing but the blues.
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Gosh I love this. Things were indeed feral back then.
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This is clever, with a killer last line. Excellent ending!
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“…with nothing but the blues…” What a cool close!
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Happy Early Darkness, Twigs!
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