Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Writing Exercise Wednesday #2 + Thursday Result

I've been thinking about what to call these Wednesdays.  Maybe WEW - as in Whoo! we're doing a writing exercise.  Or WE Wednesday - as in we the writing community or we're doing it together or we're taking time for our writing selves.  WEW might just be easier and mean all that anyway.  And it's fun!  Which is the point.  So, here is today's exercise.  Enjoy.

Prompt:
Choose a quote and begin.
“There are names for what binds us…” (Jane Hirshfield)
“If you do not come too close…” (T.S. Eliot)
“No one owns the old road…” (Larry Laurence)
“What a long, strange trip it’s been…” (Jerry Garcia)

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Result:
If you do not come too close, I will not smell you. If I do not smell you, I will not eat you. And I do so want us to be friends! Perhaps I can wear a mask like a doctor. No, it won’t fit over my whiskers. Perhaps we can dip you in perfume. No, then you’ll be too stinky for my delicate nose. Perhaps your scent will wear off – or maybe – I’ll get use to it. No? No. Then I guess we won’t be friends. I will give you a head start running as I count to five. You can probably make it to your hole by then. But after that – watch out!

Angela

3 comments:

  1. No one owns the old road, even though it slices through several ranches--the Rocking B, Lazy K, and the Simpson's. They say strange things happen on that road, encounters with beings, travelers from far away, from another time far, far away. A time before anyone owned any land. It wouldn't be right to own the road because they need it for passage. It's for their Great Journey. Sacred. Only once a year, in the darkest of winter, but just as the earth tumbles around and dives toward a new spring full of life, just as hope is reborn, at the first, earliest light of dawn, they come back and walk this road toward the light. And we can walk with them, for a special moment too brief to measure, yet it holds all of eternity for them and for us, together forever.

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