tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post115617792167411056..comments2023-06-21T13:53:13.032+02:00Comments on Who am I not to say?: OneWord - so little time [green]Osquerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05008963620893275544noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156250982061111952006-08-22T14:49:00.000+02:002006-08-22T14:49:00.000+02:00Yay! I'm so glad you all played along! It's okay...Yay! I'm so glad you all played along! It's okay, PW, "They're more sort of guidelines than actual rules."Osquerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05008963620893275544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156250775977028822006-08-22T14:46:00.000+02:002006-08-22T14:46:00.000+02:00Well, I sort of cheated. ;) One minute (or someth...Well, I sort of cheated. ;) <BR/><BR/>One minute (or something like it) for each. <BR/><BR/>No, I take that back. I wrote the first sentence of the first one, followed by the second sentence of the second one, decided to split it and then run.<BR/><BR/>Whew!Paperback Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17788838869008502014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156196383566523472006-08-21T23:39:00.000+02:002006-08-21T23:39:00.000+02:00though I was green with envy,I saw that the flower...though I was green with envy,I saw that the flower blossomed more because of the bee,and the rain and the sunshine,then because I enjoyed watching it grow.What If There Is dog?https://www.blogger.com/profile/12794716431680709228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156194192295437202006-08-21T23:03:00.000+02:002006-08-21T23:03:00.000+02:00Actually, PW, I like the first one. It's stark an...Actually, PW, I like the first one. It's stark and very real.<BR/><BR/>It's rare to be completely satisfied with a OneWord post. You can always take it and do something with it, but the exercise itself is to see what happens in that raw one minute. I have to admit that sometimes I can't help but ignore the timer to finish a thought. I also enjoy when I can take the time to add an illustration.Osquerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05008963620893275544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156190851905505072006-08-21T22:07:00.000+02:002006-08-21T22:07:00.000+02:00First one: Green is the color that the left me wi...First one: <BR/><BR/>Green is the color that the left me with. A few hundred dollars left on the nightstand. Not even a note telling me goodbye. I think back to what he said last night and wipe away the angry tears. He was so full of promises. He said he would take me away from this and give me a better life. All lies. I should have known better. <BR/><BR/>Second one: <BR/><BR/>Green is the color of grass, freshly sprung from the dead earth. Smelling sweet and filled with the hope of new promises and new beginnings. Washed clean away are the dead ends and stops that the winter brought to us. Making people huddle under dark and dingy clothes. Green is the color of love. Not red as some people would have you believe. Green is the color of life.<BR/><BR/>Eh. I'm not satisfied with either of them, but oh well!<BR/><BR/>PS<BR/><BR/>Sorry for the downer (and darker) first attempt!Paperback Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17788838869008502014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28566047.post-1156183531763112302006-08-21T20:05:00.000+02:002006-08-21T20:05:00.000+02:00Yay! Thanks for playing along, Lefty! (Hope you ...Yay! Thanks for playing along, Lefty! (Hope you don't mind my new nickname for you!) Your images always appear so vividly in my mind!<BR/><BR/>I hope others will come play, too!Osquerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05008963620893275544noreply@blogger.com