Oh, Deb. That one just makes me want to cry.
I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger. Like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Buffy ,'Showtime'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
SailAweigh - Nov 27, 2005 5:12:23 am PST #4993 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
deborah grabien - Nov 27, 2005 6:43:46 am PST #4994 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Then it did its job. Good. I'm not a poet, not by any stretch, but that one just seemed to want to go in form, rather than prose.
sfmarty - Nov 27, 2005 8:00:57 am PST #4995 of 10001
Who? moi??
Nice one Deb.
victor infante - Nov 28, 2005 7:47:16 am PST #4996 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
erikaj - Nov 28, 2005 8:47:29 am PST #4997 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I liked it, Victor. Found it very relatable, even if I was dumb this morning.
Amy - Nov 28, 2005 10:10:27 am PST #4998 of 10001
Because books.
All of the Pose drabbles were fantastic, especially erika's and Deb's poem.
New topic, La Tep?
erikaj - Nov 28, 2005 11:17:02 am PST #4999 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Thanks, Amy Liz. I was afraid it was too "Bob doesn't want my carrots."
deborah grabien - Nov 28, 2005 1:21:50 pm PST #5000 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Sneaking one in under the wire. Porny.
There's No "i" in Pose
Pose, poise. So many different meanings, shadings, variations, ways to use them both, ways to get them confused.
Posed: me, dressed to blend with the backstage curtains, dusky velvet. Poised: Your head twisted sideways, your hands above the keyboard, waiting for the piano cue from the lead guitar.
Or posed: me, hands out, palms up and open in surrender, not moving, not breathing, the dusky velvet dress on your bedroom floor. poised: you, naked above me.
In the end? I still confuse those two words, those meanings and shadings, those imperfect memories, the two of us in time, posed, poised.
Steph L. - Nov 28, 2005 3:32:02 pm PST #5001 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
New drabble topic!
Challenge #85 (pose[s]) is now closed.
Challenge #86 is lost and found. NB: that's one topic, inclusive -- lostandfound, if you will. Not two separate topics.
Steph L. - Nov 29, 2005 4:40:33 am PST #5002 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
....or I could come up with a different topic?