betrayal
More schools handing out high grades based on low standards. They lull students into a complacency that's shattered by failed statewide exams.
dirt
The fierce wind blows dirt into our eyes. The dirt is loose because nothing has been planted yet. Only a few stringy weeds have claimed the soil.
do-si-do
We're stumbling through the steps for completing the square, as if we're in a clumsy mathematical square dance with no feel for the music. Just going through the motions.
duck
A duck puffing and rustling with deep blue in its wings, looking like an agitated decorative pillow.
glares
She urges me to admire the chandelier, to contemplate its intricate beauty, but it's blazing, and my eyes hurt.
together
People gather in the park to fish, share a blanket, feel fresh air, catch at a friendship that's slipping away.
turtle
A turtle on a rock, its head tilted up as if it's scenting the weather.
It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.
- Richard Wilbur, "The Writer"
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Saturday, October 5, 2019
Week in Seven Words #479
bared
It's a bleak, grand landscape of bare earth and massive rocks.
dulled
The bookstore is underwhelming, basically a shrunken Barnes & Noble with a selection watered down to what's most trendy. One of the things I like about bookstores is coming across a book I wouldn't have known about otherwise; that isn't likely to happen here.
intoxicant
A teenaged boy plucks a bud from a magnolia tree. "Is this opium?" he asks his friend. An old lady, walking past them, snorts with laughter. She tells them to come back in a couple of weeks, when the beautiful opium will be in bloom. ("But is it really opium?" he asks. She shakes her head and explains that no, it really isn't.)
sunshine
They've turned a part of the park into a meadow with mulch paths. The long grass is soaked in sunshine.
surface
Around the rock clusters, the stream looks like a ripply diamond-paned window.
trifle
A blister is ballooning on my pinky toe, but I don't mind so much, because it's good to be hiking.
uses
She complains how he's glommed onto her, and how he won't stop talking, but she has no problem using him to carry her coat, camera, or backpack as the need arises.
It's a bleak, grand landscape of bare earth and massive rocks.
dulled
The bookstore is underwhelming, basically a shrunken Barnes & Noble with a selection watered down to what's most trendy. One of the things I like about bookstores is coming across a book I wouldn't have known about otherwise; that isn't likely to happen here.
intoxicant
A teenaged boy plucks a bud from a magnolia tree. "Is this opium?" he asks his friend. An old lady, walking past them, snorts with laughter. She tells them to come back in a couple of weeks, when the beautiful opium will be in bloom. ("But is it really opium?" he asks. She shakes her head and explains that no, it really isn't.)
sunshine
They've turned a part of the park into a meadow with mulch paths. The long grass is soaked in sunshine.
surface
Around the rock clusters, the stream looks like a ripply diamond-paned window.
trifle
A blister is ballooning on my pinky toe, but I don't mind so much, because it's good to be hiking.
uses
She complains how he's glommed onto her, and how he won't stop talking, but she has no problem using him to carry her coat, camera, or backpack as the need arises.
Labels:
adolescence,
landscape,
light,
parks,
paths,
shops,
sun,
walks,
water,
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