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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 28, 2011 0:49:40 GMT -6
It's coming along great, you guys! I'm just going to stand back and see what you find in that old closet of mine!  |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 7, 2011 22:18:23 GMT -6
Attention all poets! Our first group poetry challenge has been languishing in the basement for far too long. Doesn't anyone want to offer a line 9, and so forth? It's really not a bad poem at all, considering it's been written by multiple personalities, but it needs to go somewhere!Any lines? Brigid |
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 8, 2011 0:44:07 GMT -6
Okay, try this: Line 9: Uncurling from a corner, stood... Okay, take it kids! What uncurled?  |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 8, 2011 1:43:58 GMT -6
Line 10: a figure cloaked in gray,
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Post by Fire Monkey on Mar 8, 2011 3:21:00 GMT -6
Line 11: I wondered if to speak he would
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 8, 2011 21:37:10 GMT -6
OK, We'll need at least one more line. Tim sort of threw us a curve ball (or a curve phrase, anyway) but I'm hoping someone will be able to pull this one out and we'll all be able to get out of this closet once and for all!  Brigid |
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 8, 2011 22:08:19 GMT -6
Line 1:It happened so long ago and yet Line 2: the ghosts of shadows try to stay. Line 3: The strangest soul I've ever met, Line 4: opened a door for me that day. Line 5: It opened on yet another door, Line 6: like mirror on mirror, plays; Line 7: with purple shades adorned, Line 8: a shining light, ablaze. Line 9: Uncurling from a corner, stood, Line10: a figure cloaked in gray, Line11: I wondered if to speak he would Line 12: or shuddering, slink away. |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 8, 2011 22:25:08 GMT -6
Line 13: But speak he did, his voice a growl,
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Post by eiken on Mar 13, 2011 15:31:00 GMT -6
Line 14. A sound of grumbling mutterings
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 13, 2011 19:28:08 GMT -6
OK, you poets! Two more lines and we can put this baby to bed (or not!) Anybody got an idea what this creature might say?  Brigid |
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Post by Callisse J. DeTerre on Apr 5, 2011 8:03:56 GMT -6
One odesn't usually understand mutterings.
My contribution...
Waiting for my reply, he scowled
Brigid, I'll PM you the last line I would write just in case it languishes too long and you want to tie it up, but I want to give others a chance.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Apr 8, 2011 13:22:55 GMT -6
OK, we need one final line here and this one can fade away. Any ideas? callisse, give it a day or two and if no one else has a final line, submit yours! These poems usually go a lot faster than this!  Brigid |
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Post by Brigid Briton on Jan 1, 2012 18:47:57 GMT -6
I can't believe we never finished this! I thought we'd be able to wrap it up, but then eiken stymied everyone by using "mutterings", which, of course, is pretty hard to rhyme. I can provide a final line to the current last stanza, however, I really think we need to carry this on to a conclusion...or just shove it into the closet with whatever it is that's lurking in there. So, my next line is: But terror set me stuttering: Anyone want to start the new (and hopefully last last verse) |
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Post by diannet on Jan 1, 2012 20:50:25 GMT -6
I am procrastinating from my studies this day and I find myself more into poetry than essays...here's a line
"Why does thou mean me harm?"
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Post by Brigid Briton on Jan 1, 2012 21:12:09 GMT -6
Hi Dianne, I'm so glad you decided to play! I did modify your line just a teensy bit, to reflect the stutter I referred to in the line before it. At first I was concerned it might mess up the rhyme scheme, then I realized on this particular piece, it doesn't much matter...the main aim being to get this thing finished! |
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