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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti


Word of the Day
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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / roller coaster on: December 14, 2018, 05:52:16 PM
Helter skelter
Ride from the top of the slide
Roll from the top of the pole
Rattle from the midst of battle.

Shouts on the midway
The missing child
Screams from the roller coaster
Cries of alarm.

This is excitement
Dirty Harry at the carnival
Turning the wheel
Ducks in a row.

Louder and louder
Wheels rattle
People scream
Float in their seats.

Tumbling in turmoil
This is what it means
Itís all a ride
Amid cotton candy stands.

Amid a midway
In a crowd
In excitement
In fear.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fox on: December 14, 2018, 05:45:02 PM
In the scrub between runways
In Portland, Maine
A fox noses along.

Easy to see
Unbothered out there
Perhaps mice are out there too.

Big panes of glass
Airport windows
The always scent of jet fuel.

Whine of engines
Takeoff roar
The fox just trotts along.

There used to be dogs
To run in packs
Before all the leash laws.

No room for a fox
Back in those days
Now the fox trotts along.

Coyotes at night
I hear them now
In the woods in Maryland.

Dogs on the deck
Go a little wild
Nights when the coyotes cry.

Room for cousins
Room for a few
When we hold close to our friends.

Fox, coyote
Someday a wolf
I hear thereís a bear by the river.

3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / comb on: December 13, 2018, 04:17:10 AM
Washing a wall, thatís what itís like
To comb this Morgan horse
Broad surface, strong with ribs
Field clots of mud.

Horses will play, horses will run
Hooves kick up dirt
The curry comb scrubs all over
Breaking free the dust.

Gloss comes out on the flank
On the shoulder, on the back
A shining beast stands patiently
For grooming his beauty.

Smell of horse, smell up close
They sweat unlike a dog
Shed their scent in the air
Shed it in the comb.

Tail is matted with a burr
That paddock needs a look
Death to burdocks where horses go
The manes and tails say so.

Comb it out, comb it out
Get this creature clean
Pride or patients help out
From getting me a kick.
4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: wind on: December 12, 2018, 04:18:09 AM
until the sky becomes modest: That sounds like a title, that does.
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / baseball hat on: December 11, 2018, 06:17:52 PM
Afternoon, the lowering Sun
The pitcherís squinting dazzled eyes
Into the light, look for the glove
Thatís why the baseball cap.

Baseball is not played in the rain
The ball needs to be seen
The cap bill is just in front
Not all around as a brim.

It hides the Sun for the outfielder
When the Sun is high
Helps with shade for the infielder
Before eveningís softening glow.

See the ball, see the ball
Thatís the billís role
See the ball, catch the ball
Turn two, turn two with the throw.

See the glove, throw the ball
Thereís the pitcherís job
The cap brim protects a glimpse
A glimpse of the catcherís glove.

Always, always wear your hat
The little league coach explains
Itís baseball, thatís how itís played
In the sun, not in the rain.

My hats all have brims
Brims that go all around
I block the Sun on all sides
The rain when itís coming down.
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: today's lyric. that's the goal tho! on: December 10, 2018, 05:36:03 PM
Kind of a Sting vibe.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: LA on: December 10, 2018, 03:54:42 PM
Thank you.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / wind on: December 10, 2018, 03:50:56 PM
Juniper, blueberry, granite ground
Scoured mountain top
Branches blown all to one side
The wind is always up here.

Sleeves of a jacket flap on the arms
Back turned to the wind
Cooler up here where thereís a view
The soft heated valleys of trees.

In cracks of the stone earth
Thin soil is furred with moss
Wintergreen and low blueberry
The harvest of August, of morning.

Cool in the wind we pick you and I
And eat and say no more
Your perfect day at age eight
Will haunt you evermore.

Sight of the valleys, sight of the ocean
A bucket of tiny blue fruit
This is the day you must treasure
The scoured perfections of youth.

9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / LA on: December 05, 2018, 12:54:21 PM
Pasadena, my destination
Through LA from the airport
A shuttle van, a wall of cars
A long look at traffic.

Pasadena, where I walk
A sidewalk wide with West
And think of Feynman stories
All the way to JPL.

Studied innocence, thatís the air
of Caltech graduates
Not a bad posture for science
Though passion too has its place.

And science done, Iíll return
To an overlarge airport
Iíll fly away and from the air
See the strange city of LA.

Treated sewage, thatís what theyíll drink
This desert ridden place
The Colorado never sees the sea
This is the West, the end of the West.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / umbrella on: December 04, 2018, 03:17:44 PM
Itís hot on the water, hot in the sun
Wearing a bass fisherís vest
In the bow, a one year old, still half a pup
In the shade of his umbrella.

The dragonflies are missiles in tracks above the stream
The lotus leaves float from their stems
Heat from the sun, heat from the air
But the dog is OK under there.

Wild rice is getting tall like the corn on the land
Fish rise for a snack here and there
Heat on the water in a red canoe
Summer grows the harvest full.

In Minnesota they fight for the rice
Waters where it grows time for time
Here we just want the placid waters clean
So a dog can take shade in the bow.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / Re: daisy on: November 30, 2018, 02:27:17 PM
Thanks. It is in Chesterton's Orthodox where he suggests God is playing peek-a-boo using daisies.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / galaxy on: November 29, 2018, 05:34:43 PM
On Mauna Kea at nine thousand feet
I've seen the reddening of dust
Just as a sunset post volcano
Turns red, deep red in the sky.

The Milky Way, a cloud of stars
Is darkened for us by dust
The thin clouds of vacuum space
Not empty, though nearly so.

It would smell like diesel
I decide, if that dust could get in your nose
But I've seen it redden the Milky Way
Looking toward Sagittarius.

Perhaps it's the South, the tropic line
Getting close to the Equator
Puts the Galaxy Center high in the sky
All the better for eyes to see it.

But more itís the dark and high altitude
Clear skies and younger eyes
To see star colors with no camera
Just stare and maybe you'll see it.

And feel your balance flick in your heels
As heart feels the Earth roll
Under the sky so empty and full
Of the stardust of which we are born.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / daisy on: November 29, 2018, 02:00:46 AM
Chesterton asks: is a daisy an encore?
I ask: is a daisy rhythm?
A beat of a season or tattle of snare
Like the daisy chain notes in a row.

Chesterton forgets that the rolling Earth
Separates the night from the day
God gave us that to give holy days
The rhythm is just how He plays.

The petals of daisies pluck to a rhythm
A song of love true or not
The rhythm of daisies season to season
Sees love grow to an old couple.

There's wind in the trees that rips at the leaves
There's already been some wet snow
It's the pause of breaths that makes the poem
It's the space between daisy times.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / leaves on: November 01, 2018, 11:06:07 AM
After rain the drenched world
Smells of fallen leaves
Shining and chill with the wet
Some plastered on the street.

Those leaves that swirled in a gust
Now lie heavy, flat
Fully fallen as acorns
The scent of becoming earth.

In spring, in the trout season
When earth is still cold
Under duff the worm's lie still
The rake shows them up.

Leave to earth the worm's say
Though lazy with the chill
Trout to plate I will hope
And bring the worm's along.

At the pond the bare branches
Bear a frost of red
And pale green of popular
Where new leaves make their bud.

Reflect in the rippled pond
As blurs of light pastel
Wait patiently for a trout
With worms in their dirt.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / undefined on: October 31, 2018, 12:19:00 PM
What we encounter that's too new to see
It's smell so strange there's no name
Its sound neither roar nor tune not shriek
Too strange to touch without hesitation.

That strange sensation, curiosity and fear
Combine in the head and the gut
The eyes widen, taking it in
But the legs are tensing to run.

That's undefined, that's the unknown
The shock of something so new
It begs the question: mineral, animal, plant
No category yet for this thing.

In math the undefined is all well known
Don't divide by zero
Don't would your functions on rational numbers
Don't circle into paradox.

But this encounter is not a construct
It's gradually finding definition
A new thing in the world still has a past
We'll know it by where it has come from.
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