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Writings in the Sand

by Ned

Rated: 13+ · Book · Entertainment · #2199980

Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life.

I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance?

I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them.

Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog.

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Ned

53 minutes ago
In response to "Nothing to Crow About"

Simply Me

Blue Jays are intelligent, too. They are in the same family as crows and often harass crows, but mostly by squawking and flying around to tease or taunt them. Again, bratty behavior. Although jays do raid nests occasionally, I would think most are smart enough to not raid a crow's nest. That jay paid dearly for his crime.

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Simply Me

about an hour ago
In response to "Nothing to Crow About"

Once I witnessed a murder of a bluejay. (it deserved it) My Dad pulled his fishing boat into a small cove on a tiny island not far from the larger island of Wrangell, Alaska. We were having our lunch when a commotion in the treetops got our attention. With the help of binoculars, I saw a blue jay harassing a nest of crows. It drove at the nest several times then came out with a featherless baby. I saw it drop to the ground and I ran to look at it. There was nothing I could do to save it because the head was gone. I ran back to the boat. A few crows started chasing the blue bird. Several crows, screeching, flew to the larger island returning very quickly with enough crows to darken the sky.
In horror we watched them pluck every feather off the jay before they snipped off its head.

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Beholden

Apr 20, 2024 at 8:57am
In response to "Seeing Rhyme All the Time"

How true
and sweet a tongue.

~SilverMoon~

Apr 17, 2024 at 5:50am
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

Beholden, Ohh. I've not heard of that.

My reference was to mythical creature prompt. I found out Marshamallow man had a hat on that said Mr. Pufts rather than puffs

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Beholden

Apr 17, 2024 at 4:28am
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

Not quite what I meant. "Pufts" was a sidelong reference to the famous dog show, Crufts

~SilverMoon~

Apr 17, 2024 at 4:23am
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

Pufts. Oh yes. I remember the Stay Puft marshmallow man.

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tracker

Apr 16, 2024 at 2:56pm
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

This was a fabulous look at the importance of nothing. Words that convey something, yet nothing comes out. No plot, no characters, no pathos/comedy/action; alas! Nothing.

I thoroughly enjoyed every word.

May I borrow this idea? I have spent many days doing the same thing you are doing. I did not know there was something about nothing. You can suppress those emails. I think I did a few months into it. I pour enough guilt on myself without getting more that I don't need because they don't tell me anything I don't already know.

Keep those ideas about nothing coming. I find it refreshing to be in good company if that means something or nothing. Variety of nothingness is the chili pepper of la vida loca.

Return to pondering the context of your next blog entry. Tomorrow is National Cheeseball Day, as well as National Banana Day. I sense a food topic would be apropos. It is most assuredly something, not nothing, which would be that which you are seeking.

Or you could write about my favorite sister celebrating her 73rd birthday tomorrow. Backstory: She flew from her home in Las Vegas to Tennessee to meet our youngest sister who drove across country from Oregon because she dislikes flying and has loved to drive since she was permitted to do so. They will spend 10 days hanging out at a resort. (Who knew? Resorts in Indiana?!)

You are most welcome for the unsolicited prompts. I will check back to see what you come up with....or not.

tracker

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Beholden

Apr 16, 2024 at 9:52am
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

Ah, a nothing blogpost, one of my favourite creatures. Have raised a few champions in that line, I have. You ought to enter this one in the next show - I think it's about the time of year for Pufts.

~SilverMoon~

Apr 16, 2024 at 9:27am
In response to "Not Blogging Today"

You might like try blog prompts. Maybe blog city. I often don't have much to say, but some of the prompts get me started.

~SilverMoon~

Apr 13, 2024 at 12:21pm
In response to "Thoughts brewing"

I'm guessing it's the k-cups. I can't use those because they are too strong for me. I can see how handy they are.

Cheers

September 5, 2020 at 7:15am

#992425

Shake Your Groovy Shakespeare

That time of year

thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves

, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs

which shake against the cold,

Bare, ruined choirs where late the sweet birds

sang

Forgive me. I was just testing out what Shakespeare would look like with some ML thrown in. This is one of my favorite sonnets, Sonnet 73. I love how the words always create a picture in my mind , especially these first lines that describe the aging process in terms of seasons, putting the colors, the feeling and even the silent abandonment of the trees into his verse. Shakespeare didn’t have ML, he had to use words. But doesn’t it look pretty now?

Here’s another good bit,from Hamlet. It's one heck of a play, let me tell you.

Alas, poor

Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest…

You know, this is a lot of work. I think I will just stick to words.

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