Tag: Writing
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Inperfectly Restles
Fnigers, my Inner Typist, is getting restles. I can feel it when I’m writing, typing, and now painting. There’s an urge – a surge even – for my fingers to go off and do their own thing. I know that Fingers is trying to take over as I’ll attempt to type the letter ‘L’, for…
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The Wordcloud: Sunrise
The Sun lifts itself high above the meadow Like an invisible cyclops peering over all that’s below The birds gather like a battalion Then sing their dawn concert Providing bliss after the night-time hush Reclusive creatures emerge from their hideaways And drown in the sublime Pearls of dew cover the grass…
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Oh, toe is me…!
Once. Nay twice. Nay THRICE! Egads!!! I treated myself to some new socks over the weekend – I know how to live, don’t I? – all of my other pairs have now begun to lose their colour after being washed to beyond an inch of their lives. In fact a thread from one of my…
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Wordle: Patience
Cards on the table, change comes swift Diamonds become spades, clubs or hearts Hearts may become broken as sturdy roots shift Weeping tears drizzle in parts Aces when low become roots in the trail When high they’re the peak of the game Foundation or goal, the cards stack to the scale And each hand dealt…
The Mansionic Perspective 