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Right out of the inkpot..!: 8/14/11 - 8/21/11
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Right out of the inkpot! Friday, August 19, 2011. Rain on a bus window. Half formed thoughts of faraway things,. And distant visions melting. Cars painted with streaks of streetlight;. Trailing red embers aglow,. Holding aloft dripping, frozen wings;. There now and gone again. Rivulets of drops rushing down,. I bravely face the onslaught from behind the bus windows. Muddy, slushy wheels painted brown,. Everyone fighting for the shallows! Unnoticed and unappreciated,. Rush on by, undeterred. Shelfari: Boo...
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 11/8/09 - 11/15/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Wednesday, November 11, 2009. No wonder each morning we wake up to a foggy sky, each leaf nestling a sparkling dew. A mother’s tears at the beauty of her own child: every blade of grass that’s new. Signs have long been neglected and the slopes I walk up send a note of alarm, as high as they can, and as far wide. The blue of the cliff-side stones seems like frozen tears on the face of the earth. Heed them; stop littering! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A girl with an opinion, I guess!
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 9/13/09 - 9/20/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Wednesday, September 16, 2009. The soft patter of the raindrops on the pavement was drowned by their laughter. The rain almost stopped just then. I picked myself up from my corner for one last look. My jungle looked again like a city waking from a slumber. Or a shower! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Books I plan to read. [Some day! Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog. A girl with an opinion, I guess! View my complete profile. Shelfari: Book reviews on your book blog.
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 12/20/09 - 12/27/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Wednesday, December 23, 2009. The Magic Juke Box. Well, it was in the dead of a dark, bitter night;. The moon and stars were settled in their clouds,. Snugly fit in, with not a soul in sight. And the cold wind was grouchily doing his daily rounds. A small girl sat at her window sill. And on the shelf of her hands, rested her chin. On her lap lay a warm, over-patched quilt,. There she's sat, and who knows how long it's been. The pin-pricks of light, holes in the dark skies,. Shelf...
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 9/12/10 - 9/19/10
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Right out of the inkpot! Monday, September 13, 2010. When I told her the rubies were fake. She believed me, for believing's sake. And I told her the words weren't true. She said I know, 'and so do you'. The silk was cotton through and through,. There were no flowers, no fireflies on the dew,. The butterflies were of paper and confection,. The blue sky was just a cheap reflection. Fluffly clouds, bought at their billowy best,. Were just dusty dandelions and all the rest;. Aimless markless, flying seeds,.
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 2/24/13 - 3/3/13
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Right out of the inkpot! Sunday, February 24, 2013. I don't know how I got there. I'm not at all sure what I was doing there. A loud beep woke me out of my pondering. Staff announcement. Request clothing department team to report to sales head immediately. I repeat! The bored voice that was speaking was fading into the background as I noticed my surroundings. I was in a supermarket. A loud red and green sign caught my eye. Two minutes of oh-so-exciting suspense and voila! Half an hour down the line, I re...
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 7/5/09 - 7/12/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Saturday, July 11, 2009. The Autobiography Of A Watch. This was a story I wrote when I was very young. Thought I'd share it.Enjoy! There is a lot of competition, always like your shadow! After that I don’t remember much, but later at the “Time doctor’s” shop I heard him say, “I’m sorry, he’s gone”. The pretty girl was sobbing all over and then I realized I was not in my golden brown body but in an aluminum one! And once again, I realized - it was time! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Right out of the inkpot..!: The Supermarket
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Right out of the inkpot! Sunday, February 24, 2013. I don't know how I got there. I'm not at all sure what I was doing there. A loud beep woke me out of my pondering. Staff announcement. Request clothing department team to report to sales head immediately. I repeat! The bored voice that was speaking was fading into the background as I noticed my surroundings. I was in a supermarket. A loud red and green sign caught my eye. Two minutes of oh-so-exciting suspense and voila! Half an hour down the line, I re...
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 7/26/09 - 8/2/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Thursday, July 30, 2009. The Fiend That's Time. If you stand still long enough, you'll hear Time flow past. Ruffling your hair in his silvery hands, as if you were just little child in his path. If you stand still long enough, you'll hear his footsteps echoing off walls, long lain down to decay. If you stand still long enough, Time will stop, hold your hand and watch the world with you; walking past, blind. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Books I plan to read. [Some day!
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Right out of the inkpot..!: 6/21/09 - 6/28/09
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Right out of the inkpot! Friday, June 26, 2009. An ode to those gone and wisdom for those left behind. Because I could not stop for Death,. He kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just ourselves. Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men. Herodotus. I knew a man who once said, "death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back." From the movie Gladiator. Now I know, is that first breath. Which our souls draw when we enter. Life, which is of all life center. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
