had over 1,200 entries and that was getting close to full. I don't want to trim it by deletion. I did that once, much to my dismay. Will be used more for poetry.
Watt's Gnus (18+) On topics and today's gnus. Definitely opinionated. Set to 18+ for a reason. #1439092 by Kåre เลียม Enga
come out of a need to share interesting stuff I come across. When I was young I did a small newsletter named as such. (or was it column in the newsletter? Been 30 years... I think.)
is where I put my flash fictions. Maybe someday I'll figure it out and have enough good ones to publish. Ratings vary and some are hidden from view.
I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
Blogville (XGC) Where bloggers meet and greet to read and share. No required prompt. Alias: blogville. #2253938 by Kåre เลียม Enga
is for posting personal blog entries in hope that folks will comment and post their blog entries there as well. I will be commenting on all blog entries posted. It's my effort to rebuild a blogging community.
Lots of things checked . That's good, right? Or did you just list those checked? Doesn't matter. Sounds like reasonably good trip. Relax now and recover.
At least the Lions made it forward. The first time since 1991.
It was a winter 80 here with cool shadows. Started with rain by the shore that washed out to sea. The sun tried to dodge the clouds all day, but it was a losing battle. Did flash green as it ducked goodbye heading your way.
SandraLynn You capture the purpose of this blog. Balance is elusive for me. If I'm depressed I can see my accomplishments. If I'm smug I can see the pain. If I think I haven't lived... I must admit that I once was alive.
Ah, this is life, the mundane mixed with moments of wonder. We need to eat so ,we think about it, prepare for it, do it. We need to socialize so, we seek it out wherever we can find it. Sometimes, we need to wander without any goals or purpose. We observe. We marvel. We breathe. Not everything requires scheduling.
"Waves of Grief" [13+] by 🌻 pwheeler ~ love joy peace
Mini-review: It does capture grief, how it can crush and roll like ocean waves. The form is used well but line 3 is problematic as 'in' divides the line in two in a way that mildly jars, but I can't think of an alternative way of expressing it. I suspect that in an oddquain (1/3/5/7/1) like a cinquain (2/4/6/8/2) line 4 should be the climax (peak of the crescendo) and repeating 'crushing' works well to make that point. IMO, line 5 should be like a sigh... and the use of ~__~ in '~pain~' does the opposite, emphasizing the word; it could be just 'pain', but that's a stylistic quibble. Definitely a keeper. I rate it 4.7.
Prompt: Let's focus on grief. What are your thoughts?
Finally something that isn't uber-happy! I wallow in my depression, thoughts oozing to the surface to be gathered and washed of all sins ... so to speak. Grief is best allowed to flow over, under, around and through. It doesn't age well when bottled up.
But the expression of grief is cultural and personal. Entire rituals of grief are practiced by some. Others? My mother was stoic in public; my dad's funeral was 'her party'. She cried when no one was looking.
Me?
Just hit 3,600 views of this blog. With over 400 full entries that's a bit sad. I'm averaging less than 8 views per entry. Little I can do. Interactions here at WDC are meagre. Very few readers even within groups. Fewer comments.
My grief is this... I'm speaking up more than I did as a child but I'm nearly as invisible.
I watched the trailer for "Le hérisson" (French, 2009; "The Hedgehog" in English). There is a scene where Josiane Balasko as the concierge Renée Michel has done her hair and put on nice clothes. A wealthy woman she knows greets her as if they've never met before. As Togo Igawa, as Kakuro Ozu, explains... the wealthy woman has never SEEN her.
At times I don't want to be seen, but here at WDC I want to be acknowledged. To do that I try to interact with others. But Blogville, once thriving, is a ghost town. Even we ghosts are lonely.
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