1341 - Not in the spirit.

 

Image by ChatGPT

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

hungers until garden frayed tattered belonging spirits body salvage history walk stories

Not in the spirit.

"Until the lions have their historians, 

tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunter,"  

-- African proverb.

History is a succession of stories.

Agincourt belonging to England;

Caesar a tattered body in the forum;

The garden of Eden, snake and apple;

Moses walked the desert for forty years,

A trip Google says should take six hours.

In a society that hungers for glory

The fabric of truth is frayed but protective.

Until we have a way to verify the stories

There is no way to salvage the truth.

But we don’t want the truth,

We want the triumphant, the glorious

And so the stories live on.

Somewhere, ancient spirits 

watch and weep.

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1340 - To all in tents...

 

Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

To all in tents...

There was an old bugger named Jim

Who headed to the coast on a whim.

With three ladies in tow

There was no way to know

What the Fates had in store for him!

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See you in a fortnight.  Perhaps.

1339 - Einstein's Sauna

 

Image by ChatGPT - no idea where ºA comes from.

Poets and Storytellers United has the prompt "Opposites".

I take the view that a lot of what we consider opposites

are not really opposite at all.

Background note: 

34ºC = 93ºF,   55ºC = 131ºF

Einstein's Sauna

You surely cannot be serious?

You'll be certified: mad & delirious.

The day's getting warmer

And your having a sauna?

It's all relative, says Albert, politely.

It's fifty five inside, let us say,

So when you leave to continue your day

The thirty four's a relief

(Though it is rather brief)

It's all relative, says Albert, quite rightly.

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I tried this and it really does feel nice to step into 34ºC from 55ºC.

1338 - The Sea Within

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

stirs, scents, unrelenting, nudged, magic, stretch, face, words, space, edge, sense, end

The Sea Within

Currents.

Currently flowing.

Waves. Beating, unrelenting,

Wash over me, through me.

Words, emotions, senses, 

Stir, nudge, jostle me

Fight for space in me

Tumble through my mind.

Sounds, tastes, even scents,

Toss and turn, end on end.

It is both magic and scorcery.

But I must wear it, face it.

It takes me to the edge,

Teeters and then re-centres,

Stretches me, contracts me,

Creates me.

Deserts me.

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1337 - My Favourite Things

 

The Poet's and Storyteller's prompt is "what delights us".

My favourite Things

(Apologies to Rodgers & Hammerstein.)

All types of cheese and sesame snaps,

Red wine in glasses and crispy lamb flaps.

The ability to silence a telephone's ring—

These are a few of my favourite things

Watching a cat walk, eating cream slices

Uncomplicated electronic devices

Magpies that chortle and choirs that sing—

These are a few of my favourite things

Home made spaghetti and parmesan cheese

A day without pain in either of my knees

Breasts that bounce like jelly on springs—

These are a few of my favourite things

When the soup burns

What the cat brings

When I'm writing bizarre

I simply remember my favourite things—

And pour a glass of Pinot Noir.

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1336 - Tapestry, Unstitched.

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

Cloaked, ruins, ancient, lace, communes, stitched, spirits, wind, drive, curling, icy, ground

Tapestry, Unstitched.

In the tapestry of life, we're all connected. 

Each one of us is a gift to those around us 

helping each other be who we are, 

weaving a perfect picture together.

-- Anita Moorjani

Communes in the bush

Green tea, tofu and reflection.

Ancient ruins in the jungle

Cloaked in a fig-tree lace.

Spirits soar by the sea

The wind is driving, icy.

A fire on the ground.

Smoke curling, swirling, gone.

Are they all linked?

Yes and no.  But mostly.

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1335 - Details? You want details?

 

Details?  You want details?

Husband:

What's for dinner?

Oh, by the way, Betty's had a baby.

Wife:

A baby!  

Boy or girl?

What name did they give it?

How long was the labour?

How long was the baby?

How heavy was the baby?

Did she need painkillers?

Was it a Caesarian?

What hospital is she in?

What colour was the delivery room?

Was there music playing?

Husband:

Um...

Wife:

You didn't ask these questions?

Husband:

Um...

Betty's had a baby!

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1334 - No News is Good News

 

The Poet's and Storyteller's prompt is "holding your breath".

No News is Good News.

Sort of to the tune of The Piano Man 

It's six o'clock and the news has come on,

The stories are alarming and grim.

There's chaos and mayhem

And world wars are about to begin.

The stories are dark and so fearful,

The main common factor is death.

Maybe there's a story of kindness and hope

But I wouldn't be holding your breath.

Chorus

Give us some news 

That will give us a lift,

The current would hardly be missed

There must be a good news story

That will stop us from slashing our wrists.

The news reader sits there quite calmly.

But the war in Ukraine is unending

And the Gaza affair brings only despair,

I ask could the world be now ending?

I can't help but sense it's unreal

There's no end to the stories of woe

I want to pack up and quietly depart

But I haven't got somewhere to go.

Chorus

Give us some news 

That will give us a lift,

The current  would hardly be missed

There must be a good news story

That will stop us from slashing our wrists.

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1333 - On the other hand...

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

sighs, fire, flip, ravaged, blue, floor, emerge, mask, ashes, soak, skin, weave

 

On the other hand…

"We suffer more often in imagination than in reality"

-- Seneca

 

Objectively, we have emotions, feelings.

Subjectively, masks often emerge to hide them.

Objectively, when learning new things, we make mistakes.

Subjectively, we wish the floor to open up and swallow us.

Objectively, we have been soaked to the skin,

Subjectively, we respond with a flood of tears.

Objectively, we have been robbed.

Subjectively, we feel violated and ravaged.

Objectively, we tried but didn’t win.

Subjectively, second place, our mouth tastes of ashes.

Objectively, we are retrenched for economic reasons.

Subjectively, we have been fired and judged as wanting.

Objectively, we are left out of the team.

Subjectively, we are disappointed, we sigh, feel blue.

Objectively, someone tooted us on the road.

Subjectively, we flip the bird and disparage their parentage.

Objectively, life happens.

Subjectively, we weave meaning to it.

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