Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ The main office of the Mornington Leader community newspaper
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3WW #CXCVIII ~ bait + jump + victim
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Media's strong bait
Like an enticing space jump
Hear sighs of the victim
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NOTE ~ space jump is a drama warm-up exercise.
Participants link one reality + characters and transform to another at a given signal - usually the words space jump. (There should be some word/s which link old and new setting.)
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Hosted by Thom @ Three Word Wednesday
I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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5 comments:
Signs of Autumn...argh...summer is always so fleeting...if I didn't know what lies ahead of me and I lived in a temperate climate, winter wouldn't be so filled with dread. Just knowing that you might not see the sun for months on end or that you may not be able to leave your house for days because of the drifting snows...sure, it has a beauty of it's own, but with the struggling economy, who can afford to be stranded at home.
Thank God for the internet where I can pick up a few sales here and there. Can you imagine not wanting to leave your house for 6 months because it's just too cold to go outside...and all of the beautiful gardens are just lumps of dead vegetation...pretty bleak huh...but I still love it here in Ioway, but dreams of wintering in Florida still haunt my being.
Well, it is what it is, but it has been an unusual weather year this year...see ya soon sweet global sister!
Hugs...s
A very good take on the promps in as many lines...Liked it..
Interesting haiku. I liked it very much and appreciated the explanation of the exercise.
Very clever use of those 3 words, Gemma. I'm sure I would not have thought of the same connection without your help...but it totally works. :)
Interesting. I've never understood Haiku; but poetry escapes me too.
This was cool though. It did all seem to fit together.
Bravo.
..........dhole
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