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"O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible." Pindar, Pythian iii Rosary The brick shit house had no door. It looked out upon the sage, inhaled the fragrance of the sage, exhaled last night's dinner. It was greasy... too much butter in the elbow macaroni and peas. The wind whispered this second day of Spring. Sitting in short sleeves he grunted back and forth like a monk, rocking it out, squeezing. The plastic bottle of deodorizer gleamed vermilion as he rose to give it a squirt. He had sat there nearly an hour mesmerized by the mist that Alice-Rose had loved so well, the slant of sun, the rainbow to the west. A morning shit, shave and a shower would do. The hot tub beckoned. He reckoned he had nothing better to do but to listen to the whispers of the pine waking up to the post-winter warmth. He slipped into the water and glanced at Rose's necklace. She had left it there the day before she died. He picked it up, caressing each bead like a rosary, said a prayer that her soul had exhausted the limits of rainbows and dawns. © Kåre Enga 2011-05-15 [168.xx] Shannon and I sat down at Bernice's and wrote. The above was done in about 12 minutes (lightly edited since). The prompts: color: vermilion shape: elbow sound: whisper fragrance: sage movement: repetitive ("he grunted back and forth") touch: greasy taste: citrus air: blizzard fire: hot tub water: rainbow earth: brick season: equinox ("second day of Spring") month: of short sleeves and skirts We also used the quote above and an object. Shannon had a necklace with purplish beads. The idea was to use whatever prompts inspired and write for 20 minutes. We both only used about 12. We read what we wrote (optional) then we did a second one. We will meet again May 22nd @ 6 pm. at Bernice's. It's open... so hopefully someone will join us. Whatever... too much internet distraction. Still on Tico poetry. I read constantly. At least I got done with a movie and can move on to another. Warmer! Green in the hills 62,110 |