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.
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.
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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.
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.
Sunny
Sexy
Seasonal
Changes by the minute.
Is it weather in New England or womanly flights of fancy?
Either/or.
Oh this sounds fun. I will have a play!
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.
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.
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...)
It's really sunny here and warm and inviting.
That screws the relative comparison.
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."
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?
Not in my jammies..
I have not even poked the nose out to
see what day awaits yet...
My Cat Chaz is asleep peacefully in front of me.Calm & Happy.Behind him is the window.Outside the view & weather is DITTO
Sunshine, breezes, sudden squalls,
I hear you in my babies calls.
Rainclouds, thunder, hailstorm skies
I hear you in my babies cries
etc.
That was best I could do on the hoof!
that's awesome titus. love that driving meter.
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.
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