Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Shall I compare thee...Writing Challenge

Devon was Like This. Let's do Shakespeare in reverse- for those who feel so inclined, take the weather where you are now (or some memorable weather) and compare it to a family member (includes pets, includes ancestors). Rhyming optional - well, it's all optional really.


Celeste Bergin said...

it's gray here --and often my family was gray too. Gray, for all work and no play. Gray, as in heartbreakingly sad. Gray as in-between. But, for all their grayness.. they were capable of laughter and dance too. They were the mostly cloudy family..but they were mine, so I loved them.

Charles Gramlich said...

oh it's too early in the morning for me to expend that much brain work. I should have checked this post after I've had some sushi and caffiene.

California Girl said...

Changes by the minute.

Is it weather in New England or womanly flights of fancy?


Jasmine said...

Oh this sounds fun. I will have a play!

Clowncar said...

All those hothouse flowers withered
and died long ago. Meanwhile, we got married in the dunes under a sunny blue sky, ate brownies and lemon bars after. Drank some good champagne. Shook the sand out of our hair, our clothes. No use. It was everywhere.

We go back, every year. Sometimes its wind and rain. Sometimes hail. Sometimes those sunny blue skies. We go, always, regardless. We remember. We come home. Try to shake the sand out of our hair, our clothes. No use. It's everywhere. It's like a second skin.

ArtSparker said...

It makes me happy when you all tell stories, I hope you enjoy reading one another's as much as i do.

CC, that reminds me of a certain Irishman's take on things.

Susan Faye said...

Shall I compare thee to yet one more sun-forsaken, slippery, sloggy, mud-mushy, unwelcome day of endless gloom and wetness? No, come in damp cat. You are always welcome to dry off by the furnace.

(getting a little moldy here in the Pacific Northwest...)

Totalfeckineejit said...

It's really sunny here and warm and inviting.

That screws the relative comparison.

Clowncar said...

This guy?

"Extraordinary silence this evening, I strain my ears and do not hear a sound. Old Miss McGlome always sings at this hour. But not tonight. Songs of her girlhood, she says. Hard to think of her as a girl. Wonderful woman, though. Connaught, I fancy. (Pause.) Shall I sing when I am her age, if I ever am? No. (Pause.) Did I sing as a boy? No. (Pause.) Did I ever sing? No."

tabs4959 said...

If April comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb, could I be right in thinking that where I live in California June comes in like gorgonzola cheese and goes out like a gym sock?

Anonymous said...

Not in my jammies..
I have not even poked the nose out to

see what day awaits yet...

tony said...

My Cat Chaz is asleep peacefully in front of me.Calm & Happy.Behind him is the window.Outside the view & weather is DITTO

Titus said...

Sunshine, breezes, sudden squalls,
I hear you in my babies calls.
Rainclouds, thunder, hailstorm skies
I hear you in my babies cries


That was best I could do on the hoof!

Clowncar said...

that's awesome titus. love that driving meter.

JJ Beazley said...

It’s sunny here,
But rather cold.
It’s like my gran,
Who isn’t old.
She’s dead.
Has been for a long time.